This is one of my daughters favorite stories to tell if she is trying to embarrass me. Britt, I am beating you to the punch this time!
I know I’m not the only woman plagued by facial hair, but at times I honestly feel that I was born with a little more testosterone than most females. I have hairy legs, bushy eyebrows and lip and chin hair that refuses to leave me alone! Anyway….
Before the days of the daily plucking (when I was younger, much younger) I don’t remember facial hair ever really bothering me until one day…
I was looking in the mirror and realized I had a mustache. I don’t mean a little peach fuzz. What I saw in the mirror rivaled a good handlebar! I remember just staring at myself wondering how on earth I was going to get rid of this humiliating fur on my upper lip. Then it came to me. Of course! Duct Tape! I ran to the tool box and pulled out a roll and went back to the bathroom mirror. I tore off a small piece and promptly applied it to my upper lip, making sure to press it down firmly…don’t want to take any chances that I might miss a few hairs. I took a deep breath and ripped. I know I must have screamed, I don’t remember. I think I have blocked it. Along with most of the hair on my lip went several layers of skin. And I think I was bleeding. I know you are laughing at this point because I am. I think this is easily one of the most ridiculous things I have ever done…and maybe the most painful!
Let’s just say once my face healed I switched to less damaging methods for hair removal!