Which Team Are You On?

My magnifying mirror is sort of my best friend and my worst enemy all rolled into one. When the mirror on my vanity is being a good best friend, it helps me put on eye liner with amazing expertise. When the mirror decides to turn against me it points out the tiniest bump, pore, pimple, wrinkle, or god forbid, hair. I can deal with a pimple or even the slightest of wrinkle. But hair, and I'm armed and ready with tweezers, creams, and a bevy of other contraptions.

This all started when I turned 26, and now every day that I get closer to thirty the more random hairs pop up on my face. It's like I'm slowly turning into a billy goat. People keep telling me it's just a part of getting older. I hate those people.

My best friend Jenny likes to combat the hairs on her chinny chin chin with wax. Which quite frankly I find a bit silly since if you miss a hair you just have to pluck it any way, plus all the redness.

I'm a fan of the plucking method. Don't get me wrong; plucking has its drawbacks. Occasionally I pinch myself with the tweezers, and it takes a little bit longer than I'd like. So in the great battle of Team Wax vs. Team Pluck, I realized we might both be wrong. Why you ask? 

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