When I was about 10, I was a painfully awkward-looking child, and blissfully unaware of it. Instead, I thought that I was merely waiting for someone — someone important — to "discover" me. I believed in my future fame so much that when the Barbizon modeling school held an informational seminar in Kalamazoo, I somehow convinced my parents to take me. Shockingly, my mousy hair and leporine teeth did not lead to fame and fortune.
Twenty years later, my childhood prophecy has been fulfilled. In Beverly Hills, of all places. I was with a group of about 15 women on a beauty tour; we'd stopped at Anastasia Beverly Hills. Anastasia is a Romanian woman who has built a multimillion-dollar business based on her ability to shape eyebrows. She works on Oprah, Jennifer Lopez, Buffy, yada yada. Anyway, after greeting us, Anastasia chose one of us to be her demonstration model. And since I apparently had the fullest and thickest (most unkempt?) eyebrows, this is what happened:
Finally! Discovered! My inner gawky girl feels vindicated.
Twenty years later, my childhood prophecy has been fulfilled. In Beverly Hills, of all places. I was with a group of about 15 women on a beauty tour; we'd stopped at Anastasia Beverly Hills. Anastasia is a Romanian woman who has built a multimillion-dollar business based on her ability to shape eyebrows. She works on Oprah, Jennifer Lopez, Buffy, yada yada. Anyway, after greeting us, Anastasia chose one of us to be her demonstration model. And since I apparently had the fullest and thickest (most unkempt?) eyebrows, this is what happened:
Finally! Discovered! My inner gawky girl feels vindicated.
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