A little bit of nonsense about what I get up to when I’m working away from home.
I’m sitting in the bathroom of my hotel room; the illuminated magnifying mirror lit and in position. I look at my face, studying my eye brow closely.
Which one?
This one. Its just a little tidying. I aim the tweezers carefully, selecting the innocent, almost invisible hair. I release it and look again. No. Its fine, no one will ever notice.
Its going to go!
The tweezers go in again, they know their target now, and get a good grip. Looking in the mirror I gently start to apply pressure. Nothing happens. I increase the force; the tweezers move away from the skin I can see the hair stretching.
Its coming out!
I pull harder with triumph, the tweezers move quickly away from my face. Yes!
No.
The hair is still there, looking a little twisted, battle hardened maybe.
Hurumph!
Once more the tweezers go in. I grip hard, my knuckles lightening with the effort. There will be no prisoners this time. I pull, again I see the hair appear between skin and tweezer, is it slipping again? It must be, there is so much of it. Undeterred, I grip harder and pull. It slides out.
Theeeeow!
I look at the folicle. How deep is the root on that? It must have gone down to my skull!
I study my face again. I can’t see where the hair was. I can’t see any difference.
Good.
If I can’t see the difference when I know what I have done, no one else will. I’ll be safe from embarrassment.
I can’t see any difference and that makes me sad.
Audrey Cooper
October 2009.