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  • dearabi

Wackz


Growing up I had THEE bushiest eyebrows. Bitches always referred to me as the girl with the uni-brow, but I refused to pluck ’em and didn’t give a fuck ‘cuz I still pulled hoez, uni-brow and all (take that take that). They say that ur eyebrows are what frame ur face, and the girls in my high school had upside down check marks for “frames,” so I was not havin it. I finally gave in and started plucking my senior year, but even then I never touched the top. I moved onto waxing, but did it myself because again I didn’t want them getting fucked up. But today on a whim, I got them threaded at the mall and lemme just say God bless the lady that hooked my shit up ‘cuz I will never go back to waxing or plucking ever again. Sure, she was pushy as hell and smelled like curry but she did an awesome job. She gave them the PERFECT shape I’ve been trying to obtain but never could. And managed to even my shit up a lil’ since I fucked up and overplucked my left one. What can I say, shit is clean. I highly recommend it!

And no it doesn’t hurt, now stop being a pansy.

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