Loves, I wanted to share a story that not many people know about. If you follow me on Instagram, you know I was physically assaulted but I’ve never shared my story on what exactly happened to me. 12 years ago yesterday, I had just finished my final exams at university. I rushed home to go out with my good friends to celebrate. While I was at the bar, out of no where a girl started yelling at me. Being polite, I apologized trying to calm her down. She proceeded to yell at me and pushed me so hard I fell on the ground. I’m not the type of person to get involved in any type of confrontation, so I walked away. I looked back trying to find my girlfriends, and she was still yelling at me. She approached me with a bottle in her hand, grabbed my shirt…broke the bottle on my face and dragged it down. Not knowing what happened, I continued to dance and look for my friends. The next thing I knew I was being carried away by a bouncer who told me not to look down. Did I listen? No. I looked down and I was covered in blood, having no idea what had happened to my face I started to freak out. I was rushed to emergency where I stayed for 2-3 hours with my parents and the police in an emergency room. All I could remember is that I had to use the washroom really badly. Once the emerg doctor was finished, I was finally allowed to use the washroom. I saw my face for the first time. I was left with 26 stitches, 3 major incisions on my face (through my eyebrow to my eyelid, my cheek & the side of my temple), and lots of swelling. In simple terms I felt like I looked like Frankenstein. I saw numerous plastic surgeons but there was nothing more they could do unfortunately. As time passed, so did the scars, but I was still an emotional wreck. Knowing that a criminal trial was ahead of me, I was scared that I had to see this woman again. We were in court for 2 years before the first set of sentencing took place, where the accused was sentenced to 6 months in jail. Fast forward 7 years, the accused is still trying to appeal. Now 12 years later everything has ended but I am reminded daily every time I look in the mirror what happened to me. I still am ashamed of my scars, although many of you probably have never noticed them, I do. What sucked was never knowing why this happened, why me. Still to this day I wonder what I ever did to deserve this.
For years my right eyebrow never met perfectly. I would never go out in public without my brows done. Not even to the beach or the pool…anywhere. Then I heard about microblading. I was intrigued! Semi permanent tattoo on my brows, meaning I would never have to stress for awhile about having perfect brows anymore! I couldn’t have been more happy when my girl Amanda Lao of ALBROWS offered to do them for me. Bittersweet, since my appointment happened to have fallen on the anniversary of the big incident. It felt like a sign for me to finally share my story with all of you. Let me just say that I am in love with my new brows and I feel like some of my insecurities are gone, like a weight has been lifted. So thank you Amanda, words will never express how much you’ve helped lift this weight.