Welcome My Guest... Tamika

This wouldn't be my blog if every so often I wasn't writing about my long battle with cancer my eyebrows. 

Tamika sometimes pops in and if you can believe it...the only time I have had comments was on a post about eyebrows! 

Maybe Gina left one..I can't remember. 

Anyway, I was touched that Tamika allowed me to share her story....yup I'm still talking about eyebrows...for the puzzled reader thinking they missed a line somewhere. 

Thank you for joining me Tamika :).

Tawnya, I have to tell you...I just read some of your older blog post, and I have an eye brow story to share. I was 15 I think, getting ready to go the my first NGHS spring fling.  I always used Neat to clean up my brows. This day I was in such a rush to get everything done that I put the damn Neat on and forgot about it for hours. When I got in the shower I washed my face. I get out of the shower, look at the mirror and eye brows were complete GONE! 
I was mortified. I think it was Sonya Williams who helped me draw them on. For years, I had no eyebrows. I would shave them off every day because when I tried to let them grow in, it looked insane. It was just easier to draw them on. I was insanely good at it too. I remember visiting Brandy at University and in the morning, her and all her friends sat there and watched me draw them on in awe. I free handed and they were perfect. When I was pregnant with Tami and still drawing them on. When I had her it was a few days before white Juan. The storm hit, and we were snowed in. I wasn't leaving the house at any rate, I had 87 stitches, it hurt to close my legs let alone put pants on. So...she was a month old, I was taking her to the mall for the first time. I got showered and dressed, stood in the mirror, make up bag in hand...and got confused. I had eye brows, not very nice ones. I picked up the razor...I was going to shave them off...but I didn't. My eyebrows have been something I struggled with since then. I shave some of them, pluck other parts, but they never look quite right. Finally, I said to hell with it, I don't care what these bitches look like. I haven't touched them in two months, next week I'm going to get them waxed, for the first time in my life. After 7 years of having none...and five of trying to grow them back!!!!!!

Oh Tamika, we all share in your traumatic experiences...the storm, white Juan, the stitches. 

Tamika is an inspiration to all,  and because of her, I hope more women will come forward. 

No longer should we have to suffer in silence. 

Even I'm laughing too hard to finish this post :)