The Situation

My upper lashes are more than half decent. I attribute this to my recent wedding, for which I really wanted nice lashes, and since then i have somehow managed to keep my pulling on them to a minimum.

My lower lashes have been annihilated. They’re just, they’re just not, is what they are. I cannot get a handle on them, or rather, getting a handle on them is all I do.

My eyebrows are so-so. I just discovered how to thread my own, and that has actually been good. In order to do it, I have to let them grow a little bit or the thread won’t get the hairs. Because threading is pulling out hairs, I find it very enjoyable. This means I’m able to sometimes stop myself from fiddling with them with the promise that I will get to fiddle with them later [that’s what she said]. It doesn’t always work, so I’m operating with holey eyebrows as usual, but it’s been a reduction.

Overall, I think my trich is currently minimal. I pull, in small amounts, but I’m improved. My lower lashes definitely take the brunt of my attack, and that is upsetting, but at least they are not such a major part of the visage. I’m just trying to stay aware, and keep my hands occupied with something else, like delicious Cadbury cream eggs, which are out already and it’s only mid-January. Love it.