Waiting On the Sidelines
“I pushed in close, dropping my brush in the running water. There was a line of hairs missing in my eyebrow. Like they had been plucked. But surely I would have woken up for that. I looked ridiculous, and my stomach was swirling between furious and tortured. I kept rubbing water along the brow to try to bunch the hairs that were left together to cover it up. It was no use, though. No matter what I did, it looked like a mangled mess.
After about 15 minutes, I crawled into the shower and thought about my options. Every nerve in my face wanted to cry, but there was no way I would give Tatum that satisfaction. I wasn’t sure, but my instincts told me that Tatum probably put a drop of hair remover on my brow and slid the hairs off my face as I slept. When I was done showering, I grabbed my makeup bag and colored in the missing spot. It wasn’t perfect. And up close, you could definitely see that something wasn’t right. But with my beanie pulled down far on my forehead and from far away, I was... pretty sure I could fool the group of girls downstairs.MoreLess
After about 15 minutes, I crawled into the shower and thought about my options. Every nerve in my face wanted to cry, but there was no way I would give Tatum that satisfaction. I wasn’t sure, but my instincts told me that Tatum probably put a drop of hair remover on my brow and slid the hairs off my face as I slept. When I was done showering, I grabbed my makeup bag and colored in the missing spot. It wasn’t perfect. And up close, you could definitely see that something wasn’t right. But with my beanie pulled down far on my forehead and from far away, I was... pretty sure I could fool the group of girls downstairs.MoreLess
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