The future version of me always had a mustache.

As a child whenever I envisioned the older, ideal version of myself I always just assumed I would have glorious facial hair.

Nothing outlandish – not a Duck Dynasty type of growth. Just a full, even beard stretching from ear to ear.

Of course it didn’t work out that way.

Sure, I can grow a beard. And I like the way it looks. I even get a lot of compliments on it.

But it’s not the beard I always wanted. It takes longer to grow than I wish it would. It’s not really the color I want it to be. It doesn’t have the fullness I always hoped for.

And I think if you asked most men, they would say they’re unsatisfied with their facial growth. Continue reading →