Disappearing Eyebrows

Worrying about my eyebrows ...

I know it's silly, but every morning when see my face in the mirror it's impossible to deny that my eyebrows are turning white. Against my light complexion my brows appear to be fading away altogether, and it bothers me.

Since we are living during a time when thick, drawn-on eyebrows seem to be a fashion trend, it wasn't hard for me to decide to redefine mine using a brow pencil. I've not hopped onto the stencil craze because although I've come to like the effect on many women, I wouldn't be comfortable for my brows to look very dark and thick. But I'm not ready to lose them altogether, so I practice my brow pencil line and hope my attempts look "natural". Some of my friends have confided that they do the same...which comforts me, somehow.

All this is to say, like many women I DO think about my looks (and the effects of aging). But it does trouble me when I reflect on how much of my mental time is wasted thinking about this.

Anyway...

... I found this related article by Stella Bugbee (part of a series called Wrinkles in Time: A Series Investigating the Effect of Gravity on the Female Form. over at The Cut, which is a part of or at least affiliated with New York Magazine). She concludes:

I’ve spent an awful lot of time worrying about looking old, and I’m ready to give it a rest. Instead of worrying about looking bad, I would rather recalibrate my sense of what looks good.

Hmm. Thanks, Stella. I'm working on that!

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