Like most ladies in their 20s, I had a brief (yet energetic) relationship with lash augmentations. Unclear intrigue immediately swelled into marginal compulsion when, at a certain point, I was getting a $80 lash top off once every week. I recoil now, yet at the time I was willfully ignorant of the harm being finished.
By harm, I mean total decimation of my eyelashes. When I halted my foul propensity from the beginning, it was past the point of...
