Cimorene

Well. If it makes you feel better, I was always jealous of the girls with body hair when I was growing up. All my friends had at least a bit of fuzz on their arms and I spent a lot of time wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

My family, due to this quirk as well as cultural reasons, never really gave a single thought to hair removal. And I totally felt like I was missing out because it seemed to be such an impassioned topic that I had absolutely no say in, being genetically predisposed to near hairlessness everywhere but on top of the head.

To get graphic, let's say that just about everything on me can be handled with a pair of tweezers on a lazy weekend morning. If I'm feeling particularly flexible.

As with you, eyebrows are the one thing that I moderately indulge in. I get excited when a few strays pop out and I can pounce on them. Otherwise, I just trim to keep the longer bits even with the rest with a pair of thread scissors. Have to be careful, however, since anything done is pretty long-lasting. As in, my mother tweezed her eyebrows for her wedding and they took a decade to grow back.

Possibly, my obsession with having body hair, just so I can remove it, is a result of some twisted mix of consumerism (there's just so much *stuff* for it in the beauty aisle! I admit to buying some out of curiosity and a need to see what I was missing) and western social propaganda.

So, y'know, two sides to every coin.