Funny how makeup priorities change over time, isn’t it? I used to have a meltdown if my skin looked patchy or if someone noticed I was blushing. A pimple on my forehead? I wasn’t leaving the house! Forgetting mascara? Oh dear, tragedy of the highest order—I’d look like a sickly raccoon! But no matter how far back I scroll through my teenage multiverse, one thing I never cared about was… brows. Plucking them? [Big UNFORTUNATELY, yeah.] Sure. But filling them in with a pencil or powder? Never crossed my mind. And yet—just like mascara—a well-shaped brow works miracles. It instantly…