Dear Diary: I Found a Chin Hair and Honestly? I Salute Her

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Okay, so… I caught a glimpse of myself in the car mirror today—you know, the one that exposes your soul and your pores—and there it was. The chin hair. She wasn’t even subtle. Just… standing tall, catching the light, bold as hell. Like, “Hey girl. I’ve arrived.”

And for a second, I froze. Not because I was horrified, but because I was genuinely impressed. Like—how did she grow that fast? How did I not notice? And why is she… kind of thriving?

I mean, listen. I got her with the tweezers (I’m not a monster), but I gotta give her some credit. She was resilient. Determined. A little obnoxious, sure—but also kind of iconic? And maybe I’m losing it, but sitting there in the Walgreens parking lot, I felt weirdly seen. Because that chin hair? She’s me.

A little wiry.

A little unexpected.

Popping up at the most inconvenient times.

Not really asking for permission anymore.

Just showing up like, “Hi. I’m here. Deal with it.” And honestly… that’s kind of the vibe these days.

I don’t have time to pretend I’m not tired. I don’t care if people think I’m weird. I’m done shrinking. I’m showing up, chin hairs and all, and I’m not sorry about it.

Anyway. That’s where I’m at today.

Also I need a better mirror. And possibly a magnifying glass. But that’s for another day.

❤️ Rebecca (and the hair that tried it)

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