
Dear the two strips of hair I have obsessed over more than any other: my eyebrows,
You’ve been tweezed, waxed and overdrawn to the point that when I look at photos it makes me cringe. I think I owe you an apology.
Claire and her (excellent) brows today.

"If I'd started out slowly, I might have looked like Cara Delevingne by now. Alas." (Image: Getty)
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"Yes," replied the statuesque beautician without batting an eyelid.
"After a consultation, eyebrow tint and wax, my eyebrows were looking more even and better than ever before." Image supplied.
This process endedup being much harder than I bargained for. Your hairs grew back slowly and sporadically. I’m certain you were punishing me.
"In the words of Justin Bieber, is it too late now to say sorry?" Via Giphy.
During this work-in-progress phase, I used a series of brow powders, gels and pencil to disguise your patchiness. Sometimes I REALLY overdid it with the products. I look back on photos of those days and cringe.
One night, I stared in the mirror and realised you and I had come full circle. I was desperate for you to go back to your original, bushy form. I should have just left you alone and accepted you for what you were.
This was a lightbulb moment for me. After years of wanting to change you, I realised the eyebrows I was born with actually suited me best.
How many other physical features I had wasted time obsessing over?
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In 10 years time, will I regret all the time I spent sweating for a thigh gap that I will probably never get, contouring my face, and hiding my not-quite-toned enough arms?
"Probably!" screams a voice in my head.
My patience has paid off and you are looking better, and more even, than ever. I occasionally treat you to a tint and wax by a very careful beautician, but mostly I am just letting you be yourselves.
In conclusion, dear eyebrows, I want to say thank you. Thank you for encouraging me to recognise the features that make me, well, me and for pushing me to try to love myself a little more.
I never thought I could learn so much about myself from two little strips of hair.
Claire de Freitas
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