Does the word "unwanted" refer to the hair, or the removal?
I tried to tell myself my mustache wasn't that bad. Then Hunneypunkin in a rare display of Imperial storm trooperhood threatened to hide me from the public until I did something about it.
So I tried to wax my facial hair, but even though I obeyed the instructions like a saint, all that got me was a mustache full of wax. I tracked down all the vain people I knew to get some pointers, but the only thing I learned was, "Don't buy the stuff from Wal*Mart." Which of course, is precisely where my little package of pain infliction had come from.
I gave up on the wax and resorted to tweezers. Unfortunately my mother was Rapunzel and my old man was a Wookie, resulting in us children being fur-bearing mammals. That's all well and good for my brothers, but it's rather unfavorable for me, what with my being a girl and all. By the time I had tweezed a square millimeter of the surface area of my face it was tomorrow already.
Tweezing was quite literally a pain so I reverted to ignoring my
whiskers until I could see them in the mirror even without corrective
lenses. Then I chopped them off with scissors.
Rapunzel has suggested I just shave, but after Hunneypunkin advised Lefty and The Precious, all in good fun, to "ask Mama" how to manage peach fuzz when they reached the wonderful world of teenage, I refuse to take a razor to my face.
I toyed with the idea of starting some sort of new trend with women's facial hair, but I'm just not famous enough for that to be feasible. Yet. Plus, I can't really pull off a heart-stopping goatee as well as someone like, say, Jeremy Renner.
Yesterday after maybe drinking too much (caramel mocha I mean), I opted to try waxing one more time. When I'd had enough of ripping hairs from my face using strips of wax, I ripped out a few more using tweezers. Then I scissored the growth that remained. I still spurned shaving. Today I have red, sore, and slightly swollen bald spots in the stubble surrounding my lips. Is this worth it?