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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?)
Walkabout Wednesday
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