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Eyebrows. 

Two weeks ago, when my sister was here, she told me I should grow my eyebrows back, because I’ll regret shaving them. I didn’t shave them for a few days. I grew so frustrated at them, picking at the hairs, and scratching at my brow, that I gave up and shaved it again.

After spending three to four years wanting the hair there gone, I’m not going to just “grow it back” to make other people happy.

Now, she is back, and is complaining that I didn’t “try to get used to it hard enough”.

She wants me to not shave them or adjust them once during the next two weeks, and when she comes back again in two weeks, she’ll shape them and make them look pretty, and then see how I like them.

I tried explaining that it is about my emotions and feeling and the sensation of feeling skin instead of hair, not so much the apperence, but she wouldn’t have it, constantly interrupting me and ignoring me.

 I don’t know what to do I have an assignment to finish before midnight and I can barely concentrate on it because I am nearly in tears at the thought of growing my eyebrows back I hate them so much. I got rid of them and it feels lovely and normal and natural and I don’t want to go back to yanking on them and pulling hairs out with my fingers when I get stressed I just like how I am now.

I’m so much happier with myself since that, it’s like every time I get a new piercing, I’m happier with who I am outwardly. Same with my eyebrows.

sakflsdjl I hate everything.