Defying Beauty Norms: 31-Year-Old Teacher Proudly Rejects Eyebrow Tweezing and Mustache Waxing

A 31-year-old Danish woman who is undoubtedly defying social norms on beauty refuses to remove her mustache and is unconcerned about her unibrow. Meet Eldina Jaganjac, a Copenhagen-born teacher who has rejected society’s standards of beauty, especially those pertaining to men.

In March 2020, Eldina took a risk by allowing her facial hair to grow and embracing her 31-year-old natural appearance. She discovered a certain liberation in accepting herself exactly as she is, in defiance of the conventional beauty standards that encourage women to be sleek and hairless. Naturally, not everyone found this to be acceptable. Men were bold enough to remark that she appeared to have a “third head” staring at them. But Eldina finds that her facial hair serves as a great filter, preventing her from interacting with people she would prefer not to.

Eldina is convinced that her mustache and unibrow deter “conservative” suitors, allowing her to attract guys who value her personality above appearances.

She revealed, “I used to think that women’s fashion choices were limited to a few selections. I had a constant obsession with getting my eyebrows just right before I accepted my unibrow. If a man neglects to shave his beard, nobody seems to care. It’s simply accepted as normal.

Eldina went on, “Like many other women, I used to be so strict with myself.” If my eyebrows weren’t well-groomed, I wouldn’t leave the house, and if my legs weren’t flawlessly waxed, I wouldn’t go to the gym.

But things have since changed. Now, I’ve made the decision to pay more attention to my responsibilities and objectives and less to how I look. She stated matter-of-factly, “I’m not going to lose sleep over it, and even if I did, I just wouldn’t care.”

Eldina claims that initially, it didn’t feel right. She said with a hint of well-earned sarcasm, “But if people have nothing better to do than yell at strangers, then that’s their problem.”

My Cousin Intentionally Sewed My Wedding Dress 2 Sizes Smaller – She Was Shocked When She Saw What I Did with It

When Jess and Michael get engaged, her cousin Sarah decided to sew her wedding dress for her as a gift. But during the final fitting, Jess discovers that the wedding dress is two sizes too small. Will Sarah fix her error, or will Jess have to take things into her own hands?

My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s loud and bubbly, but also the type of person who craves the spotlight. And because of that, our entire family gave her the attention she wanted. It made more sense to shine the spotlight on Sarah, rather than ourselves.

When Michael and I got engaged after being together for four years, my whole family seemed genuinely excited for me.

A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

Sarah even got all of our girl cousins together, along with my best friends, for a night out. Ending in an Airbnb where we continued the party, because I was the first of us to get engaged.

During that night out, Sarah came up to me, a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Jess! I have a great idea!” she said.

A smiling woman holding a glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman holding a glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

“What?” I asked. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to make your wedding dress for you!” she exclaimed, swaying to the music as she spoke.

Now, Sarah is a brilliant seamstress, and she’s made some incredible outfits in her young career so far. Despite our complicated relationship, the thought of Sarah making a dress for me was actually a lovely idea.

A woman working as a seamstress | Source: Midjourney

A woman working as a seamstress | Source: Midjourney

“Really? You’d do that for me?” I asked, touched by the gesture.

“Of course, Jess! It’ll be perfect!” she replied with a smile that seemed nothing but sincere at the time.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. I was surrounded by the people who loved me, and even more, my cousin wanted to do something so intimate by making me a wedding dress.

Smiling women at a party | Source: Midjourney

Smiling women at a party | Source: Midjourney

Everything felt right.

We spent weeks choosing the design and fabrics. We pored over the magazines and websites, and finally, I had an idea in mind.

One day, I met Sarah at her office, ready to take my final measurements so that she could start with my dress.

“You’re going to look amazing,” she said, taking my measurements precisely, jotting down everything carefully on her writing pad.

The office of a seamstress | Source: Midjourney

The office of a seamstress | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I hope so,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee as Sarah put her measuring tape away. “I’ve been on a strict diet, and I’m finally happy with my weight. So, it’s just about maintaining my figure now.”

“You look good, Jess,” she said. “But if anything changes and you find yourself losing or gaining weight, just let me know, and you can come in for another fitting.”

I nodded and left, eager to see how my dress was going to turn out.

But when I went for the final fitting, things took a turn.

A garment bag on a hanger | Source: Midjourney

A garment bag on a hanger | Source: Midjourney

I slipped into the dress, but something was wrong—it was way too small. I couldn’t even zip it up, no matter how hard I sucked in my breath.

“Jess! Are you crazy to gain weight before the wedding?” Sarah asked, her tone dripping with mock concern.

My heart sank. We were two weeks away from the wedding, and judging from this fitting, I didn’t have a dress.

A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney

“I haven’t gained any weight, Sarah,” I replied. “I’ve been too stressed to eat. If anything, I should have lost weight because of that!”

Sarah shrugged, barely concealing a smirk that was plastered onto her face.

“Well, I’ll try to fix it, but with the wedding so close, I can’t make any promises. I have other clients waiting for their orders, too, Jess.”

A nonchalant woman | Source: Midjourney

A nonchalant woman | Source: Midjourney

Her words rang loud and clear in my head as I drove away from her office.

And then it hit me — this wasn’t an accident. I recalled the way she spoke to me, and the tone in her voice. There was no remorse in her mistake. There was no mix-up in measurements. There was no weight gain with me.

This was deliberate, and Sarah had made the dress too small on purpose.

“I don’t know what to do,” I told Michael when he got home that evening.

A couple talking in their kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A couple talking in their kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Show me the dress?” he asked, pouring himself a glass of water.

“What! No!” I exclaimed. “The dress may be a mess, but it’s bad luck for you to see!”

“Look, why don’t you take the dress to Mrs. Lawson? She’s my mom’s friend, and she does all her alterations. She’s making Mom’s dress for the wedding, too.”

An older seamstress | Source: Midjourney

An older seamstress | Source: Midjourney

So, I gathered the awful dress and went to Mrs. Lawson, who was a retired seamstress with a reputation for miracles.

“Oh, honey,” she said when I walked in. “Michael phoned me and told me all about the mess. But I’ve seen the worst and made it a hundred times better.”

“This might be tricky, though,” I said, showing her the dress.

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Honey, I’ve seen it all, trust me. Let’s make this work,” she chuckled.

Together, we transformed the original design into something completely new. A chic, short, cocktail-style dress that was bold, unconventional, and a bit edgy for a wedding.

But it was absolutely stunning. It was everything Sarah’s dress wasn’t: fun, flirty, and perfectly me.

A wedding dress on a hanger | Source: Midjourney

A wedding dress on a hanger | Source: Midjourney

When it was time to walk down the aisle, my heart raced. I stood in the bridal suite of the wedding venue and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful. I felt beautiful.

As my dad walked into the room to get me, his jaw dropped.

“My darling,” he said. “You look incredible! Wow!”

A close up of a bride | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a bride | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks, Dad,” I said. “I know it’s not what we all envisioned me wearing for my wedding, but it’s been the best surprise. I feel like a bride.”

“That’s the only thing that matters, darling,” he said.

Soon, my entrance music began, and goosebumps appeared all over my body as a classical version of a Lana Del Rey song took over the room.

Heads turned.

A smiling father-of-the-bride | Source: Midjourney

A smiling father-of-the-bride | Source: Midjourney

And I felt the buzz of admiration follow me as people watched me walk in. I knew that my dress was a hit.

When I got closer to Michael, his eyes widened, and his smile took over his face. I knew then that the man I was about to marry fell in love with me all over again.

But before I took my place next to Michael, I turned to Sarah, wanting to see her expression first.

A groom standing at the altar | Source: Midjourney

A groom standing at the altar | Source: Midjourney

Her face was priceless: she was pale and shocked. I knew she had expected to see me in tears, humiliated by her sabotage and wearing that horrible dress she had designed.

Instead, I was glowing, smiling from ear to ear.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, Michael’s vows leaving me in tears and my heart full of love for the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

A bride with tears in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

A bride with tears in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

But then came the reception.

Michael and I were mingling with our guests when Sarah cornered me.

“Jess, what happened to the dress? Where’s my original design? Why did you change it?” she asked, trying to hide her confusion.

I grinned.

A close up of an annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

A close up of an annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I thought I’d take your design and make it better! Remember, you weren’t even sure that you could do anything about it. And I was bursting out of it because it was at least two sizes too small.”

“So, that’s it? You just threw away my hard work?” she gasped. “That’s low!”

“No, Sarah, your work is the foundation of this dress. It’s just a hundred times better because the woman who fixed it wanted me to look and feel beautiful on my wedding day.”

A close up of an annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

A close up of an annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Around us, guests kept complimenting my dress, calling it unique and stunning.

Sarah had no choice but to stand there and listen.

“Come on, love,” Michael called to me. “Let’s do our first dance so that I can really get into the buffet after! The roast beef is to die for!”

“I’m coming,” I smiled, finally happy.

A couple standing at a wedding buffet | Source: Midjourney

A couple standing at a wedding buffet | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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