I dread getting my eyebrows waxed, even though it's a near necessity once a month. I feel like I'm abnormally hairy for a woman and each time I step into the nail salon, I feel like everyone's eyes are saying, "oh, that girl should probably try to get laser hair removal at sometime in her life."
The same woman waxes my eyebrows each time I go. She's an older Asian woman who understands English perfectly, but speaks very little of it. She frequently reverts to her native tongue, which makes me think she's commenting to her coworkers about my hairiness or just overall unkept appearance. Despite her commentary, in the two short years I've been here, I've learned to love our short interactions.
She always asks me how I'm doing. Although her eyes sadden a bit when she sees that I've let her artistic work on my arches fall by the wayside, she meticulously pulls and plucks to ensure I look 12 times more womanly when I leave than when I came in. When I give her a tip, she acts as if I bought her family's house or paid for their groceries. I feel like no amount of money is enough for the magic she works on my face. She's genuinely sweet, in her snappy Asian way.
The woman at the nail salon has taught me that loving is doing a really good job at what you do. Even if people aren't grateful (ie: me letting my eyebrows turn into shameless monsters on my face).
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