When I was a kid I had 2 caterpillars for eye brows. They didn’t quite meet in the middle to form the infamous unibrow, but they were really noticeable. I was such a weenie that plucking hurt too bad.
(When I was young my eyebrows looked a little like Brooke Shields' brows, except I think mine were just a little thicker. They had no shape whatsoever, like Brook's.)
I would look in the mirror and try to pluck, but after grasping one hair, the pain was far too intense to keep going. Finally, by the 11th grade, I had enough of my bushy brows. One night, I got out a make-up mirror, took it to the living room and placed it on the coffee table, where I sat down in front of the TV and proceeded to “arch” my eyebrows. I knew absolutely nothing about arching or plucking eyebrows. I just knew less would be more and I needed to get busy with the tweezers. I used a warm washcloth to help with the sting as I was advised. Either it worked like a charm or I was so determined by this time and my adrenaline was kicking in, but I felt no pain! I plucked and plucked and arched and arched for quite a long time. Finally, I had the skinniest, pencil-thin lines for eyebrows I had ever seen. They were GORGEOUS!! You know how one eyebrow hair looks? My brows looked like I had a single straight line of those hairs above my eyes. Again, they were GORGEOUS! I was so proud and so happy that I would no longer have those unsightly thick bushes up there. It was much easier to keep them plucked now. I only had to pull out one or two hairs a week.