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That Pesky Whisker

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I first noticed it a few years back. It was totally random. For some reason my finger grazed across that exact spot under my chin, and there it was. A whisker.

fun tweezers from MAC, totally unlike mine

fun tweezers from MAC, totally unlike mine

I’m not talking about a hair, although technically a whisker is a type of hair. I’m talking about the bristly, pokey, fill-in-a-man’s-face with them kind of whisker. At least it wasn’t black.

This whisker concerned me. Why did I have a whisker? What else didn’t I know? Were there others I was unaware of?

I rarely wear cosmetics, and I’m a pretty no-fuss kind of girl, so I really don’t check myself out very carefully. What else was going on that I didn’t know about?

A close inspection followed, and I was satisfied that the whisker was a renegade. Why this lone wolf chose to set up shop on my chin I may never know, but now that I was aware of it, I was determined to take it down.

boring but effective tweezers just like mine

boring but effective tweezers just like mine

Shaving was out the the question. I barely have the talent to shave my legs and armpits, no way I’m going to mess up this pretty face of mine.

I considered wax, but I wanted to save myself the cost and the embarrassment.

In the end, I chose tweezers. With a steady hand and a lot of determination, I plucked that whisker right out. It was a glorious moment. I immediately felt more attractive and worthy of love. I was relieved that the ugly thing was gone.

Here’s the thing, though, whiskers grow back. That whisker, nasty little trick of nature that it is, has to be plucked out regularly. Sometimes I find it right away, and other times it seems to blend in. Sometimes I forget about it, until I accidentally brush my hand across my chin, then I get startled all over again.

I suppose this is just another one of those joys of getting older. At least it beats the alternative.

Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the teenage son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

6 thoughts on “That Pesky Whisker

  1. I get a very long clear hair that grows well below my right eyebrow, but substantially above my lashes. Really. It’s in the middle, and it’s about an inch long. wtf? And of course, I can’t see without my glasses on, can’t see it with my glasses on, because the glasses are in the way. I find it by chance, though now I’m better at checking for it now and then. Nothin’ you can do…

  2. Oh honey it gets worse, just you wait! I also get random rogue, spiral eyebrow hairs and recently I have been gifted a delightful collection of dark bristles just visible on the inside of my nostrils. Whatever anyone says to the contrary, I’m pretty sure that God is a man :-s

  3. I have that same renegade hair as well 😦 why a wiry hair would want to make the bottom of my chin its home I’ll never know… lol

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