On my first trip to NYC with my family. I was forced to endure ‘CATS; the musical. I was a teenager just getting used to using tampons. At intermission, I went to the Ladies’ room to change, and midway I couldn’t remember if I had discarded the old one yet. I didn’t see a string, so I proceeded and much to my horror, felt the pressure of 2 in at once. I quickly pulled out both and ran.
Plucking this hair reminded me of the continuous process I experience for 24 years, constantly trying to get rid of my facial hair. A few wisps appeared in 1985, the result of 2 back-to-back pregnancies. Hormones exploded and 6 dark hairs sprouted on my smooth chin like delicate fronds. I plucked them out, they came back with companions. I kept repeating my folly, soon I had an entire beard. OMG. Then I had it waxed- it smarked and I had to let it grow back LONG enough for the cosmetics to apply way for it and the Horrible! I kept looking downward to conceal it. That didn’t work. FINALLY! I had electrolysis and the hairs were KILLED. I wish someone had told me how really easy it was to get rid of them 25 years later, the final solution! 
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When I was in high school I was so self-conscious about my acne that I wouldn’t go anywhere without makeup covering my zits. Late one night I cut myself and took the time to put on concealer before my mom took me to the emergency room.
