Articles, poetry

My Eyebrows

My eyebrows reflect the pressure society carries on my personality.

My eyebrows are meant to be wild. They are big, bushy, and unapologetic. In the fronts they grow long and tall, like my pride. They reach the heavens just like my dreams.

But society taught me, “stand short, put your arms down, you look like a child reaching like that.”

Society taught me to take miniature scissors and trim the tops of my personality because I can’t let it stay untamed.

“Brush it out, trim it short, and even try distorting the shape with some pomade. Trust me, you look fabulous.”

I didn’t know that to look fabulous I needed my eyebrows identical to the next girls, following a ‘trend’. I didn’t know that to make my personality fabulous, I needed to learn to dial it down. I didn’t know being me was considered ‘too far out for the average look’.

Last night I threw the scissors away and I am letting my eyebrows grow as tall as trees. I am letting my eyebrows grow so long I can braid them and dye them whatever color I please. I am letting my eyebrows grow so long that I will resemble a baby spider with its string of web out, with the wind of opportunity carrying me away from the people who told me I could not.

My eyebrows are beautiful.

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