Story on Feeling Insecure
City: Los Angeles
My classmates made jokes daily about how I looked like the terrorists they saw on the news.
I was in fourth grade when my unibrow fully came to be. Coincidentally, it was the same time that September 11th happened.
Before 9/11, I already felt different. I was the shy, introspective kid who liked to shoot hoops by herself at recess. Post 9/11, I felt like a total outcast. My prominent Persian unibrow made it impossible to blend in. My classmates made jokes daily about how I looked like the terrorists they saw on the news.
I hated my unibrow; it followed me everywhere. It was an inescapable reminder of the hurtful comments I'd hear at school. After 6 months of bullying, I decided to put an end to the hate. At this point, I knew nothing about hair removal. The only hair I had ever removed was the hair on my head, so naturally, I thought scissors would do the trick. I found the nearest pair of scissors, stared my unibrow straight in the fur, and snipped.
As you can imagine, it didn't turn out so great. I ended up with a lopsided eyebrow. Yes, eyebrow, not brows; cutting the middle hairs was a total fail. After seeing the unfortunate tragedy that had occurred on my face, my parents immediately knew what had happened and explained to me that one day, the things that make me different will be the things I cherish most. I didn't understand a lick of what that meant at the time. As I got older, I realized that my Persian heritage would be a huge source of my sense of identity. And luckily for me, unlike the early 2000s, in 2018, eyebrows would be considered ON FLEEK.