When I was younger I was "blessed" with a wicked unibrow.
It was noticeable and disturbing (especially on a poor awkward 11 year old, glasses wearing, perm sporting, braces flashing girl like myself).
I became acquainted with my tweezers at a young age but it wasn't love at first site.
When my Mom wasn't looking I would grab a razor from the bath tub and shave my brows.
This little deceit worked well for me for a long time until one day I decided to try shaving my eyebrows without my contacs in.
*Unfortunately I am really really really couldn't recognize my own baby's face blind without eye gear*
I shaved off half of my left brow.
It was horrible!
Lucky for me I could wear glasses and it would be less noticeable.
Unlucky for me my Mom thought it was hilarious and after church ushered me to her best friend where she proceeded to lift up my glasses to show the world, laugh and point at me.
Off to pluck!