No Pain No Gain: Permanent Makeup

We’re all familiar with the old adages. Since the beginning of time, hard work and yes, sometimes a little agony, have been associated with optimum results: getting what you want.

Let’s face it. Sometimes, all we want is another 15 minutes of sleep in the morning, or to not have to battle our children for the bathroom in order to stand a fighting chance of leaving our houses looking human. Some days, that’s certainly the case for me. It’s what launched me on my quest to create a laissez faire beauty routine for myself, finding ways to shorten my morning routine and add a little confidence to my reflection while I’m at it.

Six months ago I never would have dreamed of tattooing my eyebrows. Today, I think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made (try not to pass judgement on my decision-making based on that information).

Fully healed brows, one week post application of Permanent Makeup.

I first heard of permanent makeup back in the early ’90s when I used to go with my mom to her salon when she had a waxing appointment or something after she’d pick me up from school. I’d while the time away reading magazines and looking at the before and after photos the stylists kept at their stations. I remember being told it was a tattoo and being totally freaked out by the idea that someone would do that to themselves. I also remember the “after” photos looking harsh. Turns out strides have been made in micropigmentation over the last 20 years.

I’ve actually always been pretty content with my eyebrows. They’ve got a nice shape, and when I’m too lazy to wax I can usually keep them in step by tweezing. I never used brow pencil, or shadowed my brows unless there had been some sort of mishap (there are a surprising number of brow mishaps afoot, I assure you). And then one day, about nine months in to my eyelash extension obsession my esthetician mentioned that she’d started doing permanent makeup, and asked if I’d be interested in trying it. Her portfolio was so amazing that before I knew it I was making an appointment to start with my brows and see how I liked them. It’s going to sound moderately unstable, but I opted to start with my brows because I figured it was the least offensive thing if I decided I wasn’t a permanent makeup kind of gal. Tess (my esthetician) and I decided to go a shade lighter than my brows to avoid me feeling like I was in a drag show.

The splotches above my left eyebrow represent just a few of the pigment options for light brows like mine.

The first question people ask me when they learn about my permanent makeup (or, for my internet friends — they first time they see me in person after having followed my beauty antics on Instagram) is “so like, did it hurt?” And the answer is, yes. Of course it hurt. Poking needles in to your skin repeatedly rarely feels good. At least not to your average individual… But it was bearable, and I would also do it again in a heartbeat. Just like I will get another bikini wax when the time comes. Just like I will wrinkle my nose against the vicious itching of an on-the-scalp bleach application. Because it’s worth it. To me. No pain, no gain, right? Not in life, and not in beauty.

The After. Brows fully healed, with a touch of permanent eyeliner.
The After. Brows fully healed, with a touch of permanent eyeliner.

Have you tried permanent makeup? Would you? I’m a bit hooked and have ventured beyond my brows, but that’s another post for another time…


Article Posted 3 years Ago

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