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Not allowed to thread eyebrows ?


There really messy, and faint in some parts and i just want to tide them up, but even though im 14 (nearly 15) im not allowed!
My mums CONVINCED that it does something bad to your veins or something (hence the reason why she doesn't like waxing/epilating), and plucking is just long and i get scared to do it myself cause
1) the pain
2) I'll probably mess it up.

I could just go out and get it done without her knowing, but i don't want to do that.
I tried telling her that others my age do it and she says the same route all parents do "Just cause there going to *really OTT action* does that mean you'll do it to?" Or she just says she doesn't care about them.

Threading is basically plucking, just faster, so if your mom's okay with plucking, she should be okay with threading :)
As for 1), if you're scared of the pain (it's really not that bad though), thread after you shower, or numb your skin a bit with ice.
For 2), watch some Youtube videos to get an idea of how to do it/how to make it look nice and not make you look like you have permanent angry eyebrows, haha. Take an eyebrow pencil and shade in the part that you don't want to touch, so that way you'll get a better guide and sense of where to thread. Unless you're completely changing your eyebrow shape, your mom shouldn't notice. I just use it to pluck strays that started growing on my eyelid (it was odd). Now they're gone, my mom didn't even notice, yet I still feel more confident. Good luck!

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The Anniversary That Shifted My Perspective Forever

It's an interesting thing when you start to think about your life events, milestones, anniversaries.....where it leads you. What am I proud of? I certainly must have something that has been a tradition for me, an iconic celebration year after year.

Problem is, I have rarely taken a breathe the past couple of years, to recognize and reminisce about the places I've been or the things I've done. What happened to my sentimentality? Surely I've got many things to celebrate. My mind played through a video of snapshots. A move, new business, marriage, birthday's, friend's, new countries, and holiday's. None of them seemed to be something I would classify as a real anniversary, nothing beyond “special”. But all of those things I was thinking of where supposed to fit a mold we had already created. Yes,they

were part of me, had taken me on a journey and had shaped me, but they still didn't scream sufficient passion to justify a celebration!

With a seconds more introspection, I realized a piece of me that had shifted over

the past year. This shift had come from an event that was a first for me. A first I had a hard time talking about. A first that had taken me by surprise and changed lives. And it was a first who's unavoidable, undeniable anniversary

falls on this very month. The death of my older sister. There were three of us.My younger sister, myself in the middle, and my big sis. I can't say we kept in touch like we should have. I had barely seen her since she had moved to New York 10 years ago with her family. But that didn't change the fact that she had kept the sometimes thread bare strings bound together in our family as a whole.

Sharing a wonderful afternoon in her dream place in a quite upstate New York town. Her two daughters looked on as she edited and touched up photos of a recent wedding she had shot. Something she was finally going for, since her youngest was now nine. New title, 'wedding photographer'. It made her happy. She mentioned to me, she wanted to expand, to express her creativity, and shoot tropical weddings like

the ones I worked with at spas and resorts. She never got the chance. One slight muscle movement, that shifted her vein, and increased flow was enough to move a blood clot the size of her thumb into her coratid artery, almost immediately stopping all connection to the brain. I picture her two daughters, nine and twelve thinking maybe she was joking for a minute when she fell, but when there was no movement, they

were the ones who got her to the hospital. I can't imagine the panic. The adrenaline that would rush in to prepare these little bodies for a “fight” or “flight” scenario. True to form of my sister's daughters, they handled it with preparedness. With all that was done, she never recovered.

It was surreal to say the least. I had no experience with death. I had been lucky enough

to reach 33 years without knowing anyone who had died, that was not separated from me by six degrees. This was definitely closer than six degrees. I flew to New York, to see her family and to be face to face with her in the hospital before she was scheduled to be disconnected from life support. As soon as I touched her, it was an explosion of emotions. I knew she was no longer with us, but that the ethereal spirit and intention of her, was. She was only forty. I will miss her.

We all think deep down, some part of us is magical and special, even if sometimes we are the only one's who see it. We are right to think that, because we are. The interaction with my sister made me feel that she acknowledged that place in me. We deserve to be celebrated for who we are in life, and we deserve to be celebrated in memory once we are gone, and that the release to the next journey is something of a triumph. The celebration of who we are, and our memories, comes as a decision. I choose to hold a place for the memory of who she was, who she would have been, and the living extension of her in her husband and children. Anyone who has lost someone knows what I'm talking about. I still have overwhelming moments of unprovoked sadness. I still replay those last moments, and I still have a shift in my thought process that allows me to see a place that was once shadowed. Easy no. An absolute, maybe. Memoralization, definitely.

A beautiful person shared forty years with us, left a legacy for those closest to her,

and choose to move on. We may not like it, but everything we do can change in an instant.

While she was here, she choose to live with a self led attitude. In spite of people being

unreasonable, she cared for them. In spite of outside triggers, she choose to follow her own path, and in spite of the chances of being vulnerable, she choose to be honest and straightforward. A mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter. An individual.

I have always lived by the fact that everyone we meet, everything we do, and every

experience we encounter carves out a traceable path in our synapses, and the fluid centers of our mind. We can use the power of those experiences to be a person of worth, or a person who is un directed.

These writing's shouldn't sound like they are about me, but they are. Just like they are

about you, and a reminder that we can create our affirmations, beautiful memories, and a self directed life too. I now live more by my intuition, something I'd ignored for a long time. I am motivated by the memory of my sister, her presence around me, and the desire to strive to recognize and create opportunities for the future of her children as well as my own. And that is why the memory of my sister, and the future

of her children, is what I am most proud to celebrate year after year. This will be the

first of many anniversaries to come.

About the Author

Liz Galloway is an international speaker, trainer, and business owner who founded Lotus Effects, Spa College, and Lucid Learning as personal and business solutions for individuals in the spa and healing arts industry. She is the mother of one son, who is also writing two books one business solutions and her personal life experiences with change and adaptability in our relationships. With locations and teams in both the U.S. and Costa Rica, she continue to provide precision business and mentoring for spa start up's and turn arounds, while bringing new levels of patent pending training options to the healing arts industry.