When I'm a little bit upset, my eyebrow goes up, and that is a trait that my beautiful mother passed down to me. We always knew in the house: 'Mommy's upset; her eyebrow just went up.'
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Once in high school, I completely over plucked my left eyebrow all the way up to where you're not supposed to. I had no idea what I was doing and it looked terrible! My mom was like 'What did you do to yourself?' I was so embarrassed.
Left eyebrow raised, right eyebrow raised.
When I first had my eyebrows waxed, I was pretty disturbed.
When I was 14, I couldn't be bothered to tweeze my eyebrows, so I would shave them in between. One time, my hand slipped, and I had half an eyebrow.
I never let anyone pluck, including myself, unless my mom approves. She guards my eyebrows. She's like the eyebrow police!
The eyebrow pencil and false eyelashes were essential; my mother didn't feel dressed without them.
I am too old for an eyebrow piercing but too young for an eyebrow lift.
Don't overpluck your eyebrows. A make-up artist told me this once, and I've always remembered it.
The raising of an eyebrow, how you do it; when you look, how you look. All those little things are physical.
I'm getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can't stop lifting it, and I love that you know.
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