September 26, 2012

"Five-head"


Shirt: Old Navy // Pants:  Aerie // Boots:  JCP (last year)

Growing up, my forehead was my insecurity.  Oh, and my stomach.  My toes.  My skin.

I digress.

But my forehead, which I lovingly call a five-head, was my major gripe.

(Get it? "Fore/four-head"? "Five-head"? I picked that up from my past obsession with America's Next Top Model.)

I had bangs from ages 9-19 for this very reason.  They hid it a bit.

I never really admitted this issue to anyone and eventually got over it.  I did the side-swept bangs for awhile and then I realized that I did not, in fact, look like a gremlin without bangs.

Where was this realization when I was 14??

I told my husband about this problem of mine back when we were engaged, so he started calling it a "seven-head".  Which, of course, was just awesome.

Whatever.  He'd already given me the ring.  Ain't no goin' back now.

So, I think I love this darn headband from Alaska Chicks as much as I do because it creates the illusion of a normal-sized forehead.

You know what else my husband makes fun of?  I barely have any bottom eyelashes.  I don't know why this is.  Bad genes, I s'pose.

(And, for the record, if you can't make fun of yourself, who can you make fun of?)

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