Coming home

What's with those eyebrows?

I am quite horrified seeing my friends wearing those obviously fake eyebrows on their foreheads. Looking at those on strangers do not bother me at all, as I could not care less what they do with their bodies, at my friends is another matter.

The dilemma of whether to offer a frank remark or to say a white lie is a heavy burden on my shoulders, so I just say nothing. The closer the friend to me, the harder it is to hide my reaction, so I just look away.

Grooming your eyebrows is one thing but turning them into unnatural shapes and sizes just because of the dictates of the social media is another thing. Maybe I am just tight-assed when it comes to looking natural for as much as possible by faking naturalness as best as I can. Maybe these friends wearing those weird eyebrows look down on my seeming laziness to fix myself up according to the latest beauty trends. Most probably they murmur about my stone age concept of beauty.

It could be that I am suffering from the opposite of body dysmorphia, in a way that I think I look okay when I see myself in the mirror. It could also be that my mirror makes me look okay even if I, in fact, do not. It could also be the muted lighting in my bedroom that makes me look okay. Or it could be a very well hidden vanity that makes me not want to drastically alter my looks, especially on the eyebrow area. Or most probably, it could be the fear of being frowned upon (pun unintended) by my befaked eyebrowed friends.