Woman praised for ‘genius' hack as she shares clever way she removes facial hair when she's forgotten her tweezers
Jenna explained that her mother had taught her the clever trick, which came in useful when she accidentally left her tweezers at home while on holiday.
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In a video on her TikTok page, she showed how she used a Maybelline Baby Lips lip balm as her tweezers instead.
"I did not pack tweezers and I have a nice black chin hair that apparently grew overnight," she began, pointing out the unwelcome visitor on her chin.
She then uncapped the lip balm, before getting the hair in between the case of the product and the lid.
As she did so carefully - to avoid giving herself a "blood blister" - Jenna managed to catch the hair, before closing the cap tight.
The hack meant she was then able to effectively pluck the hair right out in one go.
In the caption for the video, Jenna said that the method hasn't "failed me yet".
"Life hack for when you don't have tweezers..." she added.
"Use your @Maybelline NY baby lips lipstick.
"Chin hairs don't stand a chance around here!"
The comments section was almost immediately filled with people thanking Jenna for sharing the hack.
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"I would never have the confidence to post this hack," one admitted.
"I'm jealous that you are so hot and cool and did this effortlessly for the internet to see, but also I'm so grateful you changed my life !"
"The hack no one asked for but we all needed," another added.
"Your mother is genius! Thank you for sharing this hack," a third praised.
"You just changed so many lives," someone else insisted.
"Wait! what!?!? Legit life hack!!! Thank you!" another wrote.
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"Stop it! Flipping genius. Thanks mama!" someone else gushed.
While another called Jenna an "angel of my life", and added: "I will think of you and send you blessings every time I have to emergency pluck a chin hair for the rest of my life!"
"Definitely gonna get caught doing this in my cubicle now, so thank you in advance," someone else laughed.
Meanwhile, others used the comments section to share the other inventive ways they have managed to remove their unwanted facial hair without tweezers.
"I use the hinge on my glasses," one wrote.
"Harder to do, but I have used two coins before," another said.
"I once plucked my girlfriend's chin hair with my teeth!" a third admitted.
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