Yes, the hair on my chin was about this length!

The Hair On My Chinny Chin Chin

A couple of days ago I plucked a long, coarse hair from my chin. I was appalled! I have no idea how long it had been there or if other people had seen it and were grossed out by it or had a few chuckles at my expense. I had been feeling something on my chin for a day or two but I thought it was a few acne bumps or something, but I was actually able to grab and pull it. As I headed to the mirror to have a look, I was shocked to see the hair hanging there. I immediately plucked it, put it in the palm of my hand, observed myself in the mirror, looked at the hair again in disbelief, dropped it in the sink, then ran the water to watch it flow out of my life. That damn hair had a lot of nerve! Am I a fool to think it will not return? Please, don’t answer that question.

I also thought it was hilarious because I think I am a pretty attractive woman and I take very good care of my skin and often go out of my way to look pretty and feminine. Facial hair on a woman is not what’s up (as the younger people say). Some men find facial hair on a woman to be sexy, but if I am turned off by something about myself I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks about it.

Unfortunately, hairy women run in my family so it’s something I cannot escape. My grandmother had a full mustache and she used Nair often to get rid of it. She also had coarse chin whiskers. My mother also has the same issue and she’s a plucker and a waxer. I received laser hair removal on my mustache a few years ago and though it has helped to lessen the hair growth, a small mustache still appears occasionally and I immediately get rid of it by using a razor. I thought I had avoided the chin hair monster, but I just got a helluva reality check! My 9-year-old daughter, bless her heart, also has a mustache and hairy legs.

Damn You Genes!

 

 

Does Dangerous Lee Look Like Woody Woodpecker?

Dangerous Lee’s Doppelganger?

A guy surrounded by his peers called me Woody Woodpecker, referring to my mohawk, and his friends roared in laughter. I turned towards him, gave an evil look, then asked, “Do you want me to tell you what I think of you?” His response was, “You look good, though!” I kept it moving with a smile on my face and disregarded his insincere compliment. Wouldn’t it have been easier and nicer to initially say that he thought I looked good, or is that too much to expect from today’s young man?