Fighting Back Hard

Major confession.  Are you ready?

In third grade I flipped my bike handlebars and landed squarely on my chin. Stiches, and eventually a scar followed.  After hitting puberty, the scar started sprouting hair.

Sometimes I wonder if I didn't keep on top of tweezing if I would have a soul patch (or worse).My sisters have strict orders to pluck the hairs should I ever land in a coma or other state where I am unable to do so myself.  Otherwise, I will relentlessly haunt them when I'm dead. (I'm the oldest).

Nair doesn't work so well, so I decided to try waxing it myself, because I am very cheap.  You should see the 4 inch roots showing in my hair right now.  The last time I did it I seemed to have the same unremarkable results as the Nair.  I tried again.

I got remarkable results alright.

It looks like I split my chin open all over again.  What I was trying to draw attention away from, I highlighted instead.  It hurts too.  Just when I thought I was over vanity....

So when Tash posted this on her facebook page this morning, I found it a relevant message. 

It's a constant battle, isn't it?

Fight on.