Fright Night, Every Night: The Scary Truth About Facial Hair

They may call this time of the year “spooky season,” but honestly, nothing gives women more of a fright than catching sight of a rogue chin hair glinting in the bathroom mirror. No warning, no mercy — just there, as if it grew overnight to remind us that hormones have a sense of humor.

Facial hair isn’t a glamorous topic, but it’s a very real one, especially as we navigate midlife and beyond. British writer Anniki Sommerville recently shared a story in Good Housekeeping UK about making a “Deathbed Chin Hair Pact” with a friend — a promise to visit and de-fuzz each other if either ever ends up bedridden. It’s hilarious and oddly comforting, because who among us hasn’t had that thought? The chin hair we battle today feels trivial, but it’s also proof of how we show up for each other with empathy, humor, and maybe a good epilator in our back pocket.

So in the spirit of Halloween, let’s talk about the scary truth behind the fuzz, the pluck, and the panic that strikes when the magnifying mirror reveals more than we bargained for. Just to be clear, this is not a sponsored post. I’m not selling or endorsing any product or treatment — simply sharing what has (and sometimes hasn’t) worked for me.

Hormones Gone Wild

Here’s the thing: facial hair on women shouldn’t be a horror story; it’s biology doing its unpredictable thing. As estrogen levels dip and testosterone holds steady (or even sneaks up a bit), those fine, barely-there hairs can decide it’s their time to shine. The result? A few (or more) chin stragglers, a shadow above the lip, maybe even a surprise sideburn cameo if the light hits just right.

My own saga started back in my teens with what my friends jokingly called “the tash.” While some girls were worrying about acne and perfecting their eyebrow arch, I was worrying about whether the school lighting would catch the not-so-faint fuzz above my lip. I tried everything — bleach that stung, wax strips that betrayed me, and even several sessions of electrolysis. Little did I know that was only the opening scene in what would become a lifelong saga.

Genetics, of course, play their part. If your mother or grandmother kept tweezers in every purse and glove compartment, chances are you’ve inherited the same family “gift.” Add in hormonal shifts, stress, or certain medications, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for what I like to call The Great Hair Uprising.

The good news? You’re far from alone. Most women experience some degree of facial hair at some point; it’s just not something we tend to talk about out loud. Or even in hushed tones. But maybe it’s time we did.

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

If you’ve ever leaned too close to a magnifying mirror, you know it’s both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it reveals the truth. On the other hand, it really reveals the truth. There’s something oddly humbling about realizing the “fuzz” you thought you’d handled the day before has regrouped and returned with new recruits.

Beyond the annoyance, though, there’s an emotional layer to all this. Facial hair can tap right into our sense of femininity and confidence, no matter how self-assured we are in other areas. It’s the kind of thing that makes you second-guess a bright sunny day or a close-up photo, even though others may not even notice. In a way, it can make you feel a bit on the fringe of lunacy, which, funny enough, ties right into today’s outfit. (More on that below.)

But the reality is, every woman has something she’d rather not see magnified — whether it’s a line, a spot, or a stubborn patch of hair. The trick is learning to laugh about it, to see the absurdity rather than the flaw. After all, a chin hair doesn’t cancel out beauty, confidence, or self-worth; it just keeps us humble (and well-practiced with tweezers).

Tricks of the Trade

Once you’ve realized that facial hair is simply part of the package, the next question becomes: what to do about it? Everyone has their own method(s) — or, let’s be honest, arsenal for attack. For some, it’s tweezers and magnifying mirrors; for others, it’s waxing, threading, dermaplaning, or laser treatments that promise to “reduce” but never quite “eliminate.”

I’ve personally dabbled in most of the above, usually with cautious optimism and varying degrees of success. Nowadays, tweezers are my constant companions (one in the bathroom, one at my desk), as well as lighted 10x magnifying mirrors of various sizes for use at home, at work, and while traveling.

Years ago, I had decent results with professional laser treatments, at least for the finer upper lip hair. But that was before the chin and cheek problem really flared. In a moment of social-media-fueled hope, I even bought one of those at-home IPL devices a couple of years ago. It wasn’t a total failure, but let’s just say my results were more “temporary truce” than “permanent peace.” Since a majority of my current growth is rather coarse and white like my hair, it’s really not a good candidate for this type of removal.

No method is truly foolproof, and every woman finds her own balance between effort, expense, and comfort. Some even choose to let nature win a few rounds — and honestly, that might be the healthiest option of all. Because as satisfying as a freshly de-fuzzed chin can be, there’s always another hair waiting in the wings, just biding its time for its big debut.

Taming My Beast

So, how bad is it? I haven’t included any close-up photos because, honestly, some things don’t need that level of detail. Besides, if you know, you know. Let’s just say my facial hair can be quite noticeable if left unchecked, so the situation requires regular attention.

Every morning, before I wash my face, I do a quick glide over my chin with a standard disposable razor, and that’s just enough to keep things minimized. It’s become as routine as brushing my teeth. Then, about once every week or two, when I also groom my eyebrows, I do what I call a “deep dive” with a magnifying mirror and tweezers. That’s when I carefully go over every square inch, making sure every bit of returned growth is handled and dispatched.

The reward is a few blissful, carefree days when I can face the mirror without scrutiny — at least until the next uprising begins. There’s no fancy dermaplaning or expensive spa treatment involved, just simple tools and a bit of persistence. I’ve accepted that this is an ongoing maintenance issue, not a one-time fix. And honestly, that realization makes it easier to handle. I may never win the war completely, but keeping the peace, one morning shave and one deep-dive session at a time, feels like a solid truce.

Fringe Lunacy

For this shoot, I decided to lean into a little playful drama with a black fringed faux-suede jacket, leopard-print jeans, and the striped shirt from my fall collection. Studs on my belt echo the studs on my thrifted black booties. The mix of textures and prints felt like the right balance of classic and wild — a visual echo of this post’s theme.

Ironically, this fringe could be considered one of those impractical details I griped about in Unpopular Opinions (But I’m Saying Them Anyway) as I discovered later that day at dinner. But maybe that’s what makes it fun. There’s something wonderfully defiant about fringe; it moves when you do, refuses to sit still, and adds a bit of attitude without saying a word.

Paired with leopard print, it’s my way of channeling that same confidence I’ve been writing about — owning what’s real, what’s imperfect, and what makes me feel fully myself. Maybe it’s a little “lunacy,” but it’s also a reminder that style doesn’t have to hide the rough edges. Sometimes it’s those very edges that give us presence, personality, and power.

The Final Fright

At the end of the day, facial hair may not be the monster we make it out to be — it’s just another one of those midlife surprises no one warns you about. We can pluck, zap, or laser to our heart’s content, but chances are, there will always be a stray hair (or three) plotting its comeback.

The real fright isn’t the hair itself, it’s the way we’ve been taught to see it. Body hair is completely normal, but cultural standards have spent decades convincing us otherwise. Smoothness became shorthand for femininity, effort, and even worth. Maybe the scariest part isn’t the stray hair at all — it’s how effectively we’ve learned to fear it.

Somewhere between the tweezers and the magnifying mirror, it helps to remember that we’re still the same capable, stylish, beautifully complicated women we’ve always been. Maybe even more so, because we’ve learned to face the small stuff, quite literally, with confidence and self-acceptance.

Because honestly, if we can face this kind of “Fright Night” every night and still show up looking and feeling like ourselves, that’s not scary at all. So, who would you make a “deathbed chin hair pact” with?

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Photo credit: MMPerez

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