On Eyebrows

What if being dissatisfied is its own kind of pleasure?

Rachel Simon
Jun 11, 2019 · 12 min read
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I don’t remember the first time I pulled out my eyebrows, or how it felt; I’ve pulled so many over the years that there is no longer a beginning (and there has never been an end). I pull at night when nobody is looking and watch the hairs float into the keyboard, and the next day I find them peeking out of my Ls and my Vs. I pick when I write…