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?