Story by Mary Katherine Backstrom
To the teenage boy in the Starbucks parking lot who just recorded me plucking my chin hairs…
Here’s what you don’t know:
1) I don’t care. I have no shame. And sorry, but I beat your upload to the punch. Muahaha.
2) I got that pesky black hair.
3) This will happen to your future baby mama if you’re ever blessed enough to have one.
4) I, too, was once a cool, cute, awesome, little high school kid. Captain of the cheerleaders, if you can believe it. Oh, yah. Shake it shake it.
So just wait, little whipper snapper. Just wait.
That’s all, dear. Carry on with your Fortnite playing self and enjoy that venti Frappuccino with whip while your metabolism still likes you.
❤️ -freshly plucked Mom blogger with zero shames