Not by the Hair of my Chinny-Chin-Chin

In high school, I went on a ski trip. Taking some poor advice, I tried a Black Diamond (the hardest type) trail on my first day of skiing. I was good, but I wasn’t that good.

Naturally, I got scared when looking down at the almost vertical slope (because my #1 fear is falling from great heights), sat down on the ground to slide down, but somehow I didn’t stop. I slid down, faster and faster until my skis turned up and the pointy part struck me in the face over and over until they popped off.

By the time I reached the bottom, I was bleeding and my face was black and blue. I was rushed to the hospital and had to have one measly stitch in my chin. I’ve got a very long grudge against that stitch.

Why, may you ask, am I sharing this story 13 years after the fact? Because. After that scar healed, I started growing a hair from it…as thick as one of my eyebrow hairs. And that’s thick. I have to pluck it every few weeks along with my unibrow.

It makes me feel old and grizzly. And I was just wondering why it started growing out of that scar. Did I somehow wallow in someone else’s testosterone to produce an aberration in my development?

Any of you science/medical people know why it happened? Or better yet, why do some women start growing multiple chin hairs when they get older?

I wasn’t planning to join those ranks for another 30 years. Apparently, I’m already there.