Oh yeah. My boyfriend in highschool brought me a huge poster of an alien and threw it at me in front of all my friends when we were fighting saying I looked like him because of the forehead. I was called a bald eagle. “I can see my reflection in your forehead” but I dunno, fuck it. I got over it after highschool. It’s my face! What else can I do but love it. It’s all I got! haha
Q: Hey mama! So I have a huge forehead and I know you're unapologetic when it comes to yours.. you are honestly flawless! it's really inspired me to embrace mine for all that it is (honestly, i can't THANK YOU enough!) but I'm wondering if you was ever a struggled with that or did you never pay it any mind?