It didn’t want to leave even as the razor’s came out. The ugly beard which took over my face would not leave without a fight that required a deeper battle then one would have expected. For it’s roots were ingrained in me and a new battle plan had to emerge immediately before the ugly could grow any further. I realized I wasn’t fully equipped for this battle alone so I used the professional care of someone who spoke their language and had the tools to insure victory …. the barber. Victory is in my face as I am beautiful again …. well at least not ugly.