There comes a point in every Goddess’s journey when she looks in the mirror and realizes she is no longer just sprout-testing a few stray chin hairs. Instead, she is hosting a full, robust, Sam Elliott-level mustache event right on her upper lip.
Society expects us to treat this sudden surge of testosterone-fueled facial embroidery as a shameful secret. We are supposed to quietly whisper about “peach fuzz” while secretly wielding tweezers like tactical weapons. But out here in the real world, we need to talk about the sheer logistics of managing a face that has decided to transition into a rugged, old-west sheriff.
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