more sunday. i have no explanation for the shape of my eyebrows. they’ve always been that way. half there. or half missing? as self conscious as i can be about my appearance the state of my eyebrows doesn’t bother me. even though i’m the first to notice gorgeous brows and how they can truly lift a face - if shaped well. but i do have an explanation for that look. i knew. i’ve known but today it was matched with a strength and willingness. courage, perhaps. i walked around for the rest of the day with a smile THISBIG. who gives a shit if it was hard earned. it was a genuine smile for a solid reason. so good.