Cancellations

I have made endless phone calls this week to cancel a bunch of things: flights, doggie daycare, bar reservations, hotel stays, and even my hair cut with scalp massage. The only appointment I have kept is my eyebrows, upper lip and chin wax. I promised myself to be brutally honest with this blog and here it is - I am hairy!

Being of European decent and tormented for my thick black body hair has been a longtime embarrassment. True Story... When we adopted Josh I wanted him to start going to our family doctor. My first pick was my physician because he is awesome but I was told he was retiring soon so I decided to transfer my file and move Josh along to Kevin's Family Doctor. When I made this request my GP offered me my 'paper file'. They had long since gone to electronic records but all the early stuff was still in paper form. I opened the modestly sized file and the very first documented visit was my mother getting me tested for 'excessive body hair'; it was 1989, I was three years old. Further investigation concluded that there was nothing medically wrong - 'she is just a hairy child'.

In elementary school I was called Chia Pet (those stupid indoor ceramic pets that you add water and the grass grows like magic). It didn't help that the theme song was so catchy - Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia. I was safe most days but when it rained the kids would run away from me for fear that the water made my hair grow more. Laugh if you must but it was cruel. I did my best to ignore it but then my Grade 8 Graduation photos were printed. My hair was Midnight Blue, pitch black with a hint of deep blue, and I was obsessed with using a clothes iron to flatten my curls to get that pin-straight, burnt split-ends look. The picture was horrible - if I could find every copy and burn it - I would! The black hair framing my face really captures my mustache and uni-brow. The 8th grade boys were jealous for sure, their peach fuzz was no match. I began using eyebrow scissors to trim my facial hair and things started getting better. By age sixteen, I had made more friends and boys started to notice my looks not just my winning personality.

The first time I went for an eyebrow wax was my 31st birthday. Its been almost 3 years now and there is no turning back, I like my smooth face even though it hurts like hell. This recent appointment for my eyebrows, upper lip and chin wax was the first time I said it loud and proud. I go in every 4-6 weeks and usually I whisper over the salon counter to book my next visit. Not this time and for that reason I refuse to cancel - bring on coronavirus, I'll be ready and hairless!

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