Here I Stand....

"Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard..." Sarah McLachlan, I Will Remember You

....will you join me?

I started this blog a few years ago when I was on the threshold of menopause. Now that I've passed through that particular gate, I found two more awaiting me... one called "Divorce" and the other "Breast Cancer." This is my journey through both.

I appreciate the company of friends.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Not By the Hair of My Chinny-Chin-Chin or,

Tweezers are really a girl's best friend. 

I had to chuckle when one reader shared in a comment that the new row of hairs along her chin made her feel as woolly as a wombat. 

 I was prepared to go gray.  My mother found my first white hair when I was 13, and by the time I was 30, my hair was a steel gray that a hairdresser told me was most unbecoming.  By the time I decided to stop coloring my hair - the year I turned 40 - I was so gray (or white) that the line running down my head on either side of my scalp made me look like a skunk. 

But around the same time I noticed my eyebrows turning white, I noticed that among the peach fuzz growing on my chin were black hairs and a couple thick white ones that if I saw them on my husband's face, I'd call (gulp) whiskers.  

As a teen I'd tried hair remover creams and bleach...they were all smelly and stung.  My mother's injunction against shaving one's face prevents me from trying a razor.  Waxing is fine, but I don't want to spend all my time at the salon.  

Hence my new respect for tweezers.  They keep the stubble between waxes at bay and me feeling that my chin is still smoother than those of the three little pigs.  

How about you, readers? Do you have more hair....or less?

6 comments:

  1. oh my, are we related?!! MORE! a few years ago, before i owned a magnifying mirror, we were at an outdoor mall here in las vegas with friends. we wandered into the sharper image store, and i happened to go and look in one of the magnifying mirrors. O.M.G. what was the long black hair growing so silently on the edge of my chin and tucking itself under my chin. i was horrified! i went and bought a mirror and everyday am checking it out! thanks for the posts! i so can relate. xo

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  2. Ha, Carlanda... ALL women are systers! i know that awful omg moment - its terrifying, isnt it? so glad you are enjoying the posts... xox

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  3. MORE! Now I know where the old-time circuses found their bearded women!

    Once I put on my 2.00 cheater glasses over my contact lenses, AND look in the 8x magnification mirror, AND use a light bulb that is brighter than the actual sun...I can also see DARK HAIRS mixed in amongst the white ones.

    I've also seen a few rogue ones in my eyebrows, but I refuse to admit that to anyone yet.

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  4. Ah … hair … it's sprouting where it has never been before, and disappearing from where it was once lush. An intriguing mixed blessing, if I do say so myself.

    And, yes ~ goddess bless the tweezers.

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  5. I have PCOS.....hair is my nemesis and tweezers are a necessary evil.

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  6. I am trying to love all the changes... hairy upper lip and graying head hair alike. Some of them I do something about (see above) and some I just watch. My husband says the crow's feet around my eyes are beautiful, like some exotic design etched into my face. What a great way to look at wrinkles!

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