I am lying back while my cheeks are being pummelled and pinched in my first facial since lockdown.
“Sorry, sweetie, do you mind if I grab that one hair?” asks my facialist.
“Sure,” I say, in my half-slumber. “My eyebrows are out of control at the moment.”
The next minute I feel her brushing past my brows and … ping, she has pulled out a hair from my chin. We both say nothing.
Chin hairs are embarrassing. No one likes to talk about them — or so I thought. I brought up the buggers on Instagram and more than 300 responses came flooding in. “Why are some so spiky?” “I gotta pluck mine every day!” I’m talking about those pesky beard whiskers that appear
