The List Column 1 Item 15 He mixed some of my cream bleach--the kind for bleaching facial hair-- and put it on my eyebrows.The List Column 1 Item 15 He mixed some of my cream bleach--the kind for bleaching facial hair-- and put it on my eyebrows. I had forgotten about them. They were plucked thin enough as it was. They will be invisible now, I thought. I was right. They are invisible. Which, of course, is what he wanted. At least he didn't shave them off: I could dye them back later. He left me sitting there while the bleach did its work. When he came back and wiped off the bleach it was near dusk. He cleaned away some runny mascara and dried tears too. I had stopped crying and had time to think about what he had done to me. Somehow, it wasn't as traumatic as the first time. I will have to wear a wig. So big deal, I had to wear a wig before. I can dye my eyebrows back or even just darken them with mascara. Otherwise no-one need know that my body is completely hair- less. I am really no worse off than when he had shaved just my fore- head: I had to wear a wig then, I still have to wear a wig. Shaving my forehead was really the big step. Everything after that was inconse- quential--just finishing an unfinished item on the List. I guess what really bothers me now is not that I have to wear a wig to go out in public. |