Foreheads & Foresight
I got a haircut on Wednesday for the first time since last summer.
I took off 2 inches which really only means it looks exactly the same. And as I said on Instagram, my forehead is still too big to fit in the frame. Or as Jen pointed out, maybe my arms are too short.
You can see my giant forehead in its entirety here. Maybe take a look at your reflection and pluck your eyebrows while you’re staring into it.
I had bangs most of my life because I hated my giant forehead so much. In middle school there was this kid who rode my bus that my friends nicknamed Forehead because A) he was a jerk, B) he had a big forehead, and C) they were very uncreative people. I couldn’t stand the kid but also couldn’t make fun of him for that. One day my friends took like 30 sheets of copy paper, drew his face on one, and stretched his forehead the entire length of the sheets. Then they taped it to the top of the bus and the kid started crying. I was like hey ASSHOLES, my forehead is probably bigger than his, shut up. They checked to see whose forehead was more fingers tall, and I won (6 fingers). Move over, Tyra.
Anyway, I think of how much I hated it as a kid and it’s funny because I used to tell myself that one day I would stop caring about something as trivial as the top of my face. It’s true. As a matter of fact, one of the first conversations Josh and I had when we met was about who has a bigger forehead (he doesn’t understand that his receding hairline doesn’t count). That got us to thinking about a TV show we could start called Forehead Wars, where people with giant foreheads sign up and advertisers bid for the biggest space. The highest bidder gets to slap an ad on there for 30 days.
I could be a millionaire by now.
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LOL. (I like your childhood story, btw.) I have a big forehead too, but I can’t stand normal bangs on myself. The side-bangs phenomenon has been good to me, but my laziness hasn’t given up the fight and has urged me to grow them out. So I’m in that weird stage where I almost don’t have them anymore, but kind of want them back. Not sure yet who will win…
I finally made it past that stage, it can be such a pain to deal with when you’re trying to figure out WTF to do with them. Mine are finally at my chin, maybe a bit longer, and I’m never going back! (Well, I say that now…)
That’s so funny, I joke about my “fivehead” all the time! I’m almost positive my forehead shame is why I continue to deal with bangs, year after year, even though I prefer to be a zero-hair-maintenance kinda gal.
That’s why I had bangs for so long, I’m glad I finally like how I look without them! I was too lazy to keep them styled.
Damn I was expecting a huge forehead of like EPIC PROPORTIONS and now I am sadly disappoint. My sister has the biggest forehead I’ve ever seen in my life, but she rocks it, so booyah. (What?)
Haha sorry to disappoint!
It’s easy to see why you and Josh work so well together. I really love the Forehead Wars idea. I think you’re on to something there! Haha. And I have never once noticed this feature of yours. We tend to be our worst critics, aside from the little asshole kids on the bus.
You’re right, we definitely are.
I like your forehead… it’s not like you can land a C5 on it… like you can on my sister’s… but even she is cute so whatevs. Yes… I come to blogs to talk crap about my family. What?
That’s what we’re here for.
I was also called Forehead in middle school. By A LOT of people. It sucked so bad that thought about peeing my pants in front of everyone just so they would start calling me something else.
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