#big forehead
Big, Beautiful Brain. Microsoft Paint.
Not the cleanest nor neatest comic, but it was fun to work on!
One thing that I have been learning (over time, with the help of many patient friends) is that it is possible to reframe nasty thoughts I hold about myself (or have even been told).
For a simple example: My forehead. Objectively, it ispretty darn big - it offered ample real estate for pimples when puberty hit. It’s so big that when I was about 12, a (rather mean) salonist asked if I wanted bangs. When I said no, she nodded her head, pulled down a length of my hair, and cut a set of bangs anyway; she flatly told me that I needed them. The aunt who was with me eagerly agreed. In retrospect, that’s kind of hilarious, but it’s a little traumatic to a middle-school-aged kid with an awful self esteem. As silly as it seems, it’s something about myself that still bugs me from time to time.
There are a lot of deeper, more serious things that I am beginning to unlearn - that I am not weak, that I am not stupid, that I am not talentless. Slowly, but surely, I am realizing that God made me intentionally as I am, and He is still helping me grow, and that’s fine - big, beautiful brain, and all.
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