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Projector Screen Forehead.

cynthiafoustvenner

My Dad not only blessed me with a thumb, he was so overly generous, he gifted me with his gigantic forehead as well.


Thanks Dad!


My forehead is MASSIVE. I mean takes up 2/3 of my face. It is the reason I have had bangs most of my life, they are curtains for this massive window of a forehead.


I always said if I could truly do one thing to myself it would be a forehead reduction. Is there even such a thing?


My Dad said a big forehead meant big brains.


It's amazing the lies we tell ourselves, and our children about our insecurities, or rather imperfections, although I am smart as hell.


Wink wink.


When I was in middle school, a delightful time, may I add, I began to be called 'projector screen forehead.'


My forehead was so big, you could show a movie on it. I am not going to lie, this feat may actually be possible.


After sharing this story with a college roommate, she shared she had been called can opener nose. Years later after a few drinks she actually told me MY own story and claimed it as hers. She also has ample forehead area and after so many times of telling it, I guess my story was catchy, lovable if you will.


As I am now 40ish, I am seeing there is nothing I can do about this, except own it. Embrace it, and make fun of it. There is nothing better than using your own imperfections as a weapon against those who might use it against you. I now actually pull my hair all the way back and EXPOSE THE BEAST.


So embrace those little quirks you might have.


Make FUN of them. LOVE them. EMBRACE them.


It will shock anyone who thought they could use this ammunition against you, and endear your little quirks to anyone who loves you.


DO YOU. BE YOU. LOVE YOU.


Mean It.


Xoxo,

C.

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