Sh*t’s about to get real. Today, we’re talking about identity and association.
The sculpting of the self is often determined by what we do and don’t do, what we like or dislike, and our values as stated by family and society. And as we grow, our identities and identifications are constantly shifting to adapt our most current state. Sometimes I look back on phases I had or beliefs I held, and I either laugh or shudder. I’ll probably be doing the same thing next year at this time.
But the universal constant in my world that so far hasn’t changed is the obsessive need to have perfect eyebrows.
My maman bozorg came to Minnesota when I was six years old to live with us indefinitely. Some of my childhood memories are of her beautiful hands holding a brown pencil she would lift again and again to her face in order to shape, sculpt, and create magnificent eyebrows.
She was a strange woman to me, even though I knew she was my grandma, but this shyness never dissuaded me from watching her create those eyebrows. She still kills it today as a nearly 80-year-old woman.