I've been at war with an ingrown hair ON MY FACE (more specifically, on my upper lip) for nearly 2 goddamn months. It's one of those where you can see it upon very close inspection, BUT is protected by 25 layers of skin. I couldn't get it!! Every time I tried to pick at it, it would just create a big, disgusting zit. Then turn scabby and red, which made it look worse. So, I decided to just leave it until it came closer to the surface of the skin, which I may add almost killed me. Asking me to not pick at a hair is like asking me not to eat-- and that shit doesn't happen very often.
Let me give you a little background about my hair problem. I have to constantly wax, tweeze, and otherwise de-hair myself on a regular basis. I especially have problems with chin hairs. Like, I could grow a goddamn goatee if I let my shit go. And these aren't regular hairs, they are like weapons of mass destruction. You have mace to ward off a mugger? Well, I have a chin hair that could poke your fucking eye out, slit your throat, AND puncture a vital organ. Don't mess with me...
So, I always have tweezers. I have a pair that I keep in my car for emergencies. Because we all know that natural light is best for detecting hairs and other abnormalities that we don't want to see. I have all the bases covered- wax, tweezers, Veet. I really hate hair.
Let me proceed with the ingrown hair story. So, this morning I noticed that the hair looked closer to the surface. It was a great moment for me, as I could almost taste victory-- finally getting the goddamn hair that has pestered me for so long. Patience pays off my friends. Behold, the mother of all disgusting facial hairs:
|Omg x 1000000000.|
This is how disgusting I am.