I'm your great American Mutt--but by and large my ancestors hail from Germany and Switzerland. If you've ever traveled through Amish Country, maybe you've seen what German genes can do to you. Mustaches. Female ones. Not pretty.
Over the years I've tried to hide the embarrasing blight to my face. Bleach. Then you just have large blonde moustaches. Still not pretty. Shave. Then you get stubble. Braid. Uh, too Viking.
I did a leg-waxing stint in my twenties. Plenty painful, let me tell you. That has been the biggest deterent to simply removing the unsightly atrocity (as opposed to trying to cover it up). If my legs felt like they'd been unmercifully attacked, what would my poor sensitive face feel like?
Finally, I bit the bullet. I bought some wax. I'm simply too tired of receiving junk mail addressed to Mr. Teddi Martin. Drastic measures had to be taken.
After removing the unwanted hair (plus a layer or two of skin), I have to say that I like the new me. My face is youthful. My face is smooth. My face is moustache-free.
Now I've just got to psych myself up for swimsuit season!
