Throughout the tweeze-happy 1990s, I enthusiastically pruned away at my eyebrows. Inspired by Kate Moss's delicate arches, I obliterated my own – chestnut-coloured, with a totally acceptable, softly angled natural shape – until they were as slight as my slip dresses.
As the 90s descended into Y2K, so too did my follicular assault, but not without lasting damage. It took years for some
