Contouring. When I was little, I had a huge forehead and I still do. It’s kind of the shape of a letter ‘M’ with these fluffy, wispy hairs at the side that always stick outward and upward when it rains. If I forget my sunscreen, a prominent redness appears on the strong upper ridge of my forehead, where the bone juts out the most to catch the rays. There have been plenty of ’big Irish head’ jokes in my family. No amount of hair styling will conceal the increasingly large and shiny distance between my eyebrows and hairline. It just is what it is; an unconformity.
This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing. You've inspired me to reconsider my own body at a time when I've been really struggling with my appearance. Thank you.
This was such a moving, beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it with us.
This hit home for me today, on another day where I am struggling. Thank you for writing so candidly about your life and thoughts!
Your vulnerability in writing this makes it all the more beautiful. I’m touched by your words as I am your art.
This is so beautiful. Thank you for writing such a wondering read.
This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing. You've inspired me to reconsider my own body at a time when I've been really struggling with my appearance. Thank you.
So beautiful. Thank you for this 🤍
Beautiful ❤️
This is so beautifully written ❤️
Curiosity is such a positive force.