Oh, Beep.

Last night I watched a lot of TLC's My Strange Addiction.  I blame it on Blake because he always has something cool to say about this show.  Everything was fine and dandy until this girl came on:



And then I realized that I had a problem.

I have a strange addiction.

Although, I don't think I'm actually addicted.  Because unlike balding girl, I don't lock myself in the bathroom for hours ignoring people while I pull out my hairs.  Let me get to the point.

Apparently I have a mild form of trichotillomania.  I had never admitted it to anyone until one day freshman year when my roommate Christina was tweezing her leg hairs.  That's when I opened up that I tweezed my armpit hairs.

Which I still tend to do (although not after seeing this on TV...).  And it doesn't stop at my armpit hairs, either.  I've also been known to do it on a small patch on my chin, my "happy trail" hairs, my lady mustache and along my bikini line.

Yes I just went there.

And yes, like the girl in the movie clip, I have eaten the hair follicle before.  But only from my head hairs!  I couldn't imagine putting an armpit hair in my mouth.  Sweat residue... eww. 

So new goal.  New very, very important goal.  No more tweezing or pulling out hairs.  This will be a little harder than I originally imagined, because every once in awhile I discover a "whisker" type hair that I legitimately cannot stop thinking about until it has been removed from my body, which has led to me attempting to pull it out with my bitten down fingernails.  No more!  I will keep my hands away from my face and wait until I am home in my bathroom to tweeze that one hair, and not all of the hairs around it.