I Am a Liar With No Eyebrows

Bonjour! There is something about this pug that looks French. I don’t know why.

I didn’t cut myself a fringe, and everyone asked me about my eyebrows at school, and I was too embarrassed to say what had really happened so I told them I was scared that plucking them would hurt too much, so I tried to shave them instead and went too far.

I don’t know why this seemed like the less embarrassing story to tell. As soon as it was out of my mouth, I felt that it was a terrible idea. But if there’s one thing we Powers are good at, it’s seeing a terrible idea through to the bitter, bitter end.

Like that time Mum flooded Dublin to give JP a soft landing the first time he flew. A well-placed gust of wind could have accomplished the same thing, but nothing says ‘protective mother’ like a massive flood that gives the media another reason to hate on our family.

Which is probably why I told the lie in the first place. I didn’t want to give anyone another Power Family mess-up story to tell. They have enough of them already. More than enough.

I can feel the little bumps of hair sprouting up where my eyebrows used to be. Anyone know how long they’ll take to grow back? The Internet was no help. 

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