How to Be Pretty in Iran
In DepthMehrnoush Shafiei’s grandmother Hamdam Farahani was the youngest of five daughters growing up in what is now part of Tehran, Iran. Born with blond hair and blue eyes, she was considered the most beautiful girl in the village – so beautiful that her mother took her to the public bath at night in order to dodge the evil eye from neighbors. Now in her 70s, Maman Hamdam has passed on a lifetime of Iranian beauty tips to her Canada-born granddaughter. Mehrnoush fills us in on her grandmother’s medicine-cabinet secrets and superstitions.
BODY HAIR
“In the old days, you weren’t supposed to wax anything until marriage. They grew up believing that a bit of light, soft body hair was attractive. Who actually has a bit of light, soft body hair? When it’s finally time to remove it, waxing or threading is most common. I once had my entire leg threaded in Iran by four women at the same time. So much pain in so little time!”
EYEBROWS
“According to my grandmother, even eyebrows are supposed to be really thick until you’re married, when they’re finally shaped. If you over-pluck them, she suggests taking a straight razor – there’s a thinner version than what men use, made specifically for brows – and shaving along the top of the eyebrow. The tiny hairs that are shaved off should grow back thicker. Her biggest rule, though, is not to color them in. My grandmother used to say that darkening brows makes the hairs sparse. Eyebrows are fickle. They won’t grow back. My mom taught me from a very young age not to get Tweezer-happy.
“When I was 15, all the girls in school had done their eyebrows and mine were almost touching. There was a famous Canadian hockey player called Tie Domi who had a unibrow. One day some kid called me by his name. I had no clue who he was, so I actually had to go out of my way to find out – it was devastating when I finally did. I asked my dad if I could get my eyebrows shaped and he said no, so I plucked one myself and came down for dinner. My mom cried. She told my dad, ‘She’s going to ruin her eyebrows and it will all be your fault!’ I’ll never forget it. She cried so much that my dad gave in. In Iran, having a strong eyebrow is like having a strong handshake.”