help.
i’m in the bathroom, i just got done washing my face, i put on my nighttime moisturizer and i just found a grey eyebrow hair.
help.
i am no stranger to grey hairs…on my head. i am on a every-4-weeks dye schedule with my favorite hair stylist krystal who affectionately refers to me as “granny.” but an eyebrow hair? what the fuck am i supposed to do with that? pluck it? dye it? leave it? this aging thing has gone too far. what’s next? wait, don’t answer that, i don’t want to think about it.
i’m aware that i am still 32 years young (and single i might add), so i should be selling myself as a golden goddess who has perfectly pigmented everything and post makeup free selfies joyfully proclaiming “i woke up like dis” when in fact no, you probably didn’t and that was likely your 1398713th attempt at that photo that you probably retouched anyway you lying sack of shit millennial.
but sometimes you just gotta own the fact that 6 days into 2016 you found a grey eyebrow hair, because that shit is fucked up and we need to talk about it.
