So for months, I did the dance of getting this filled in. Working like the dickens to not rub my eyes (knowing that my Bambi-like curled lashed couldn't withstand that much human touch. Hell, they were barely making it through my oh-so-gentle cleaning with lavender baby shampoo.
And then came the fateful February night that I ran into another dance mom who had also boarded the eyelash express with us on the quest for extra-girly lashes. I asked where were her lashes as I knew that she was going just as diligently as I had been. Then she pointed out that she'd had hers removed and lo and behold, her own natural lashes were thin and short now. Oh, shit.
Yep. Just oh, shit. Nothing more poetic to say than that.
So I decided then that I would not continue applying my well-loved, long lashes because they could have been wearing down my very own. So the next weekend, on what would have been a eyelash fill in weekend, I decided they were sparse enough to begin removing them at home. Yes, I said at home because I'm a renegade like that. For the record, there is a professional removal method, but I took matters into my own hands because I had so few lashes remaining.
About an hour and a fair amount of olive oil later, the faux lashes slid off and, yes, some of my own had disappeared, too. My eyes looked funny, They were no longer framed by curly lashes that would make any doe envious. My remaining lashes were tiny, faint and stubby. Oh God! What have I done to you?
Here it is exactly a month later and I have lived to tell the story and, yes, they did grow back. But this last month of transition was pretty ugly. I couldn't leave without my very own Younique 3D+ Mascara. I didn't want anyone to see me bare-faced.
Lesson learned. Everything ain't for everybody... Back to my mascara I go!
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