Copyright: dtiberio

This post is dedicated to all perimenopausal and postmenopausal ladies who have had to deal with the shock of seeing a large, angry, black rogue whisker poking out of their chins. You know what I’m talking about, that sneaky little bugger that wasn’t there last night when you were washing your face and getting ready for bed, but somehow mysteriously managed to grow about a half an inch overnight, thick and bold and ready to ruin your day? Yeah, that thing.

I’m not new to these witch hairs, as I have had a few sprout on my jawline and chin over the years, but I am never prepared for these atrocious things when they appear without any warning whatsoever. At least if they looked like strange blackheads in the days preceding their eruption, I’d have some kind of warning, but no, they wrangle so much keratin in no time flat, in a declaration of pure defiance. For some reason, I honestly believed that I had moved past the danger zone, but about two months ago, while I was performing a tweezing touch-up of my brows, I witnessed one big whisker on my chin right at border, asserting itself like a little punk, about a centimeter long, robust and black.

Despite the fact that I know full well that these single chin hairs are formed in response to hormonal fluctuations, I will never get over the fact that they grow lightning fast, that they are always black, and that they serve as reminders of how old I am becoming. What also irks me is that I have undergone laser treatments to eradicate these random, rare (thankfully) strands, but they persist in plaguing me.

Thank goodness for tweezers!