The job of a beauty editor is laced with plenty of perks, including more free swag than one person can handle. Admittedly, I’ve grown accustomed to getting some of my hair, skin and makeup staples without having to flash a credit card or wad of cash, but as of late, I’ve adopted a more low-key routine and pondered the pricier treatments I would actually invest in if my access weren’t as exclusive. Throughout the years, I’ve tried everything from Cool Sculpting to sound bathing, but none have made me feel more secure and confident than microblading.
I inherited painfully sparse brows from my father; so much so, that in my twentysomething years of living, I have yet to have them tweezed or waxed by a professional. That may seem like a money-saving trait to some, but I’ve spent just as much on eyebrow pencils, gels and pomades that I finish at warp speed because my entire brow needs to be filled in every. single. day. The struggle has always been real for me, compounded with the fact that I was tirelessly teased about them as a teenager when my makeup skills were amateur at best. At one point, I thought of permanent makeup as a solution, but not having the ability to adjust my arch and the potential of looking as though a Sharpie was dragged across my forehead always scared me. So when I finally decided to take the plunge and get them microbladed, it was seriously life-changing. In the simplest terms, it’s a form of semi-permanent tattooing...