A friend for more than 14 years, who’s been with me everywhere I have been in all that time. Still, it was time for us to move on, apart. These things are never easy, and it has taken a lot of thought and soul-searching to make this change, but yesterday was the day.
I shaved off my moustache.
My cookie duster is no more. It has had the effect of changing my appearance, somewhat more than I had thought (frankly, I had forgotten what I looked like without it, and enough time had gone by my adolescent-youth photos didn’t seem to correlate with my now appearance).
The good people I work with are very polite, you’ll be glad to know. Only one person said "No, grow it back!", though I’m sure others thought it.
- Makes you look younger
- Makes you look "more innocent"
So, my upper lip is now naked, my philtrum out there for all to see. The biggest change for me, other than averted gazes from my co-workers, is that I’m acutely aware of every breath, as before I didn’t feel my own breath on my lip. I’ll get used to it, but for now it’s a little odd.
And, for those who wonder what the change looks like, there’s before and after photos in the extended entry.