There are two things I absolutely covet: flawless skin and perfect brows. While the first is years in the making for me, thanks rosacea and hormonal break outs; the latter is far more attainable. I am insanely obsessed with Anouck Lepere's brows (pictured in the first three above). To me, full, dark, natural brows scream youth and sexiness. They have a wild lolita-ish quality that I can't quite put my finger on. I've been threading bi-weekly for years, but ever since my mother told me I looked like a Romanian prostitute when she saw me during Christmas, I decided it was time ease up. I've been growing my brows out for a few months now, and while they are past the awkward bald but full stage, they still have light years to go. I refuse to fill them in because at one point in my life I had Brooke Shields-esque eyebrows and never appreciated them. Well no more foolishness! I am working towards having a two manicured jungles on my forehead and with some patience will get there soon.
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