So, I dyed my eyebrows. For science. For the aesthetic. For the ✨personal growth✨.
And guess what I got in return?
Endless comedy material for David and Izzy.
David was the ringleader of the eyebrow clown circus. Every week when i dye them I’m met with a fresh round of,
“WHATS ON YOUR FACE.”
Like sir, you encouraged this and now you’re acting like I committed a felony against facial hair.
Then there’s Izzy, silently judging in the background with a look that says “…you sure?” but never actually stopping me. Added with a little of “I dont have to dye mine…” WE GET IT! YALL GOT GREAT EYE BROWS!
And listen, I get it. Maybe the dye job is a little much sometimes. I don’t do it that much now. Its better then me with no brows. That’s a look we don’t talk about.
But y’all didn’t have to turn it into a comedy special.
Here’s the reality:
- I am not a no-brow girlie
- I have officially revoked eyebrow experimentation privileges
- If my brows go missing again, I expect a candlelight vigil and full emotional support
So yes, I dyed them. Yes, it was a choice.
But David and Izzy? Y’all better watch out, because I have a blog—and I’m not afraid to use it Hos!😤💘
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