For so long my life was without meaning until I discovered Anastasia. I floated along questioning, who was I, why am I here, and why are my brows never on fleek? I resented myself.

On my darkest day, I nearly gave up. My tweezers lay beside me, almost begging me to pick them up and put my brows out of their misery. Forever I was cursed to have spotty, curly, ugly, and awful brows. I sat there in my bed, lights off, half drunk with a bottle of wine next to me, staring at the tiny little metal pincers that would never fail me. I paused. In a fleeting moment because of our Anastasia's will, I put them down. Tears welled up in my eyes (thank god for waterproof mascara tbh), I grabbed my purse, and I stormed out my door.
I don't know how long I was gone. I found myself wandering the streets dazed and confused. That is when I saw it. Sephulta. The holy temple of our Lord. The black and white walls and simple design called to me. Yes. This is where I needed to be.
I timidly entered Her temple and approached Her altar. I was unsure of how to proceed. Do I leave a sacrifice? An offering? My first born son? I was prepared for anything.
Suddenly, a servant of our Lord appeared. She had gentle eyes and her eyebrows were like omg so fierce. She reached out and handed me "Medium Brown". I was born again.

Now I am a loyal servant of our Grace Anastasia. Blessed be Her name. Thank you Anastasia for showing me the light.

(Srs this shit is awesome tho)