I had to be taught how to properly tweeze my eyebrows by my friend Shirin when I was in high school. Basically because I let them grow wild and looked similar to a beast from a 1970s B movie. However, I wasn’t great at tweezing, which led me to waxing. Then, one day, a friend took me to a threading kiosk at some mall.

It was a nightmare experience. WHAT THE HELL LADY, LEAVE SOME FACE WILL YOU! I mean, that innocent thin piece of thread…who knew it would be so brutal?! The pain that I experienced (I did brows and lips) was enough to convince me I would never try it again. Well, never say “never” I guess because waxing was just getting stupid.

“Put hot goo on my face and then smack some paper on it would yah? Great, then rip that sucker off and don’t hold back.”              WHY?! That makes no sense.

So back to threading I went, only this time I did my homework and stayed away from kiosks. Not only do I now have the ultimate gals doing my brows, but in their downtime they offer to decorate me with henna.

Please ignore the chipped nail polish, and simply admire the arm doodles. Henna makes me feel like I have magical powers. Let me see if I can make a cocktail appear…
…nope. Dang.

And no, threading doesn’t always hurt the way it did that terrifying day. Thank god.

Point of this post? I’m pro threading. (Especially from these chicks.)