My Eyebrow Story



After spending far too much time trawling the dark recesses of the internet that holds photos I pray nobody finds I've managed to chronicle my eyebrow story and boy what a tale it is! The only years I can't account for too well are 2006 and 2007. My memory is absolutely atrocious but I believe I was in Glasgow then London and pretty much off the internet grid. Over the course of that year I'd dropped out of uni, moved in with my first love, moved to London single and very unhappy, became an alcoholic and drug addict, couch surfed for a good few months then returned to Scotland to essentially stop myself from killing myself with drugs and alcohol. 

*Woah this post took a turn.
With all that happening you can maybe understand why there aren't any pictures.

As well as eyebrows you'll see the evolution of my makeup which is an entirely different story in itself! If you'd like me to do a post talking more about that then leave me a comment or fire me a tweet (@aroseforepona_). For now though let's crack on with this post. Please enjoy my hilarious past.

Apart from a brief stint with a razor (shut up we've all been there) I didn't touch my eyebrows. As I mentioned previously my memory is awful but if I can recall I wasn't a huge fan of them. However I also didn't know anything about makeup (clearly, look at me) so I didn't know or bother finding out how to 'fix' them. I tried plucking them once and the first hair hurt so much I didn't touch another pair of tweezers for years.

2008, 2009 and 2010
I started getting my brows waxed and would very infrequently pop into any random salon to get them touched up. I can't remember a thing about why or where I started getting them done but I soon moved on to my next (and favourite) way of having my brows done. Threading. I still remember the first time I got them threaded. I was in a salon on London Road (probably long shut down now) and I was craving a wax. I needed to get them done or my day would be ruined. The woman told me they didn't do waxing but that she offered threading services. I'd never heard of it before so after she explained what it was to me, I decided to jump in and try it. This was when the flicker of a brow obsession started to grow. I was in for a wild ride, and now so are you.

THE YEAR I FINALLY DISCOVERED EYEBROWS and fuck me if I didn't dive in head first. Bless that tiny shop in Falkirk that probably doesn't exist anymore. I started getting my brows threaded and now even tinted on a much more regular basis. Turns out I'm allergic to henna but that's a story for another day. One day, my brow lady asked if I wanted to buy a product to fill them in myself at home. I was terrified but handed over the £30 wondering if I'd be able to create what she created here in her shop. The answer to that was of course no, but I did manage to create these long ass, too far arched messes that I wore with pride every day for now I had eyebrows. Now I was woman. Fuck knows why I equated having visible eyebrows to womanliness back then.

The flattest, straightest eyebrows you will ever see in your life courtesy of the London Dungeons. Possibly not my best look.

Year of the arch. After those flat bastards I started paying more attention to the shape and arch of my brows. This was the year I'd either watched a video on YouTube or seen a post somewhere telling you how to shape your brows using the pencil against the nose trick.

I don't know what made me think that brows heavy in the front and lighter on the tails was a good look but damn they were nicely shaped! Still running with the pencil trick but obviously trying out various pressures (at the completely wrong points, but don't worry this story has a happy ending).

Year of the thinnest fucking eyebrows. I look like Cruella de Vil. I mean they're not horrendous if previous years are anything to go by but I can safely say I won't be returning to these brows anytime soon.

Year of the 'compliment' brow. In this past year I've watched so many YouTube videos, I've read so many blog posts and tutorials on how to do your brows. I've spent hours playing around with shapes and products to present you all with (if I do say so myself) some pretty banging eyebrows. I'm often complimented on my brows these days and it's honestly such a confidence boost. Yeah I suppose it's a bit shallow and superficial but I've no problem admitting I love getting a compliment here and there.

What an absolute rollercoaster! I really hope you enjoyed this post as I absolutely loved writing it. Have you chronicled your eyebrow story? Leave me links to your posts or videos below.


  1. What a wonderful journey your brows have had :) They are looking pretty fab now and you're looking amazing. Loved looking through the old photos of you!

    Sharon xx

    1. Aha thank you Sharon! It's quite the transformation right?

  2. am jealous of your brows! plus I LOOOVE your hair!! XX

    1. Aha thank you very much lovely! I'm trying to grow them out a bit and it's torture not just popping into Superdrug to get them threaded! x


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