Facial Hair.

I think I've created a monster...











I remember in elementary school, how excited I was when my mustache began to grow. I was seven. They were whiskers.

In the 6th grade, my mustache was more visible.

Fast forward three years, freshman year at Ross Shaw Sterling. I was excited because I had some chin hair. The next year, that chin hair grew thicker and turned into a patch. By senior year, it was almost a goatee.

Now... at 21 years of age... I have a full grown, grizzly man beard... all that praying, all the wishing... all the brush training... and it's here and I can't stand it sometimes. I can remember what my cheeks look like only in pictures. I've cut this beard off three times and have grown it right back three times, mainly because it's just how my hair grows now and partly because I can't imagine my face without it now.

Beards aren't all they're cracked up to be... sure I don't get ID'ed as much... but haircuts cost more, when it grows it itches, and it grows wildly and tangles up so badly they look like pubes. I miss the old days... but I embrace the new face.