Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Self Portrait Tuesday: Mustache Confidential
Self Portrait Challenge is all about the flaws this month. So, Gulp, here it is: the only thing I obsess about.
My flaw, my stache, my mark of aging.
My old-lady Sicilian mustache is showing right on schedule. I'll be 42 in December. I remember petting my great-grandma's mustache (a little bent-over Sicilian lady). She was called Mama Nono by the way. I asked her about it, in that innocent way that oblivious children have and she responded with an unsatisfying answer about that is what happens when you get older. So I put that aside as just one of those weird things grownups say. Then I got older myself. And lo and behold there it is, just as she said.
I've tried just about everything to get rid of it:
- bleaching (works, but the hair is still there, just less noticeable),
- waxing(lips swollen,cracked, and numb, a bad reaction),
- depilatory(lips numb for a week!)
- tweezing (ouch).
I refuse to even try shaving. Oh well, guess I'm stuck with it and shall try to wear it proudly as a mark of my Sicilian heritage! And as a badge of achievement for making it to this advanced age! Woohoo me!
I know I'm not quite a bearded lady yet...but who knows! I may eventually have great-grandchildren to terrorize with my excessive facial hair.
Well, if I have to have a mustache, perhaps I will grow one like Salvador Dali's!