I was trying on some clothes for a memorial service I am attending this weekend and decided to try for a more polished, modest hair style than my usual slightly wavy and very unruly hippie hairdo. Then I made the mistake of pinning up my bangs.

I’ve had bangs as long as I can remember and my rather gigantic forehead is why. I have a Christina Ricci forehead. The rest of my face is pretty long (hers is super heart shaped) so it’s not nearly as extreme as hers, but it’s sizable and I’ve always been a little self-conscious about it. I love everything else about myself, to the point of being a bit overly arrogant and cocky. But this forehead thing has bothered me since I was in middle school, when I stopped acting and dressing like a boy and started caring about my appearance. But then again, I’ve never heard anyone say anything about my gapingly huge forehead, so should I really worry about it? 

I don’t know. I almost never think about it now, until I try to change my hair and realize no fringe looks terrible on me. It’s kinda funny how much I’ve grown since my awkward teens, and yet, some of these little silly quirks and insecurities are still here. I’ll never alter my face, but alas I will probably doom myself to a life of trimming my bangs every few months.