Yep. It’s official… the end of the world as I know it.
Things will be forever changed.
My bald spot is finally starting to fill in. I don’t know if I should thank the medication(s) or the new shampoo I’m using but I’m certainly not going to complain either way. NOT rocking a bald patch as a 25 year old female is like a dream come true!
It only stands to reason that a few of my luscious locks would…
I have chin hairs. Not the blonde, short, fine hairs that cover the rest of my face. They’re longer, darker, sprout from my chin hairs. The I-walked-past-a-mirror-and-noticed-it kind of hair.
A whole new world has opened up for me!
I can now run away to the circus and moonlight as the bearded lady. My lucky, lucky husband. I pray, desperately hope, desire B never EVER finds out about this…recent development!
I’m also taking applications to be my very special friend who swears a blood oath to tell me when another chin hair sprouts up if I miss it. Plucking said chin hairs if I’m ever unconscious is non-negotiable. Experience not needed, but waiting until I’m out of ear shot to make fun of me is a must.
Either that or hoping and praying my new beard fills in enough to cover my raging adult acne.