Some people find the joy of Jesus in jail, others, the beneficence of Allah. For me it was the miracle of eyebrow-waxing. And just as religion changes lives, so too does a nicely shaped arch—opens up the whole face!
When I entered jail for the first time I did so as a free woman. As a social worker in a large, urban jail, I could come and go as I pleased. I could look however I wanted. So why was I a walking mug shot of eyebrow?
I think of it as my “before” picture.
Picture this: a woman to whom a razor had not extended its teasing touch in years. A woman who had never plucked, refusing on principle. The whole idea of paying so much attention to every detail of one’s appearance smacked of The Man’s agenda to keep women down. Force us to spend all of our time on dieting and nail polish and how our butts look in jeans and we will pay less attention to everything else. A brilliant scheme.