Be careful what you wish for. Im a late bloomer when it comes to facial hair. In my teens, there was poor beard growth with barely-there facial hair. I could smell the desperation if desperation had a smell.
Imagine my excitement in my mid-20s when I was finally blessed with some facial hair. But it was not enough. It was patchy, scattered across my cheeks, chin, and jawline. The type that refuses to connect into full growth.
Then, in my early 30s, my sparse era was over. Suddenly, I had a masterpiece of a complete outlier of a family of facial hair. But the dream quickly turned into an utter nightmare. There was discomfort from beardruff and the effort of maintaining a decent grooming routine was exhausting. So, instead of trimming it, what did I do? I shaved it off completely. I felt like this offered a more timeless, hygienic, and youthful look. The irony of wanting facial hair for a lifetime, only to find it overwhelming when you are granted your wish
