Reclaiming My Forehead

by | Sep 27, 2015 | Aging, Blog, Spirituality | 8 comments

At an early age, my elders let me know I had a high forehead, a feature better left hidden. Unconsciously, a part of me agreed and I dutifully covered the top half of my face with bangs to hide my embarrassing blight. From pixie’s to shags to short and sassy haircuts, I’ve worn hundreds of styles and they all covered my forehead.

As far back as I can remember, I would look in the mirror, pulling my hair away from my face and fantasize about a long, smooth ponytail. What would it be like to feel hair on my naked shoulders and back? What would it be like to wear an updo? To style my hair to match my mood? To pull my hair back and expose my entire face in that severe, sexy look?

At 53, I declare, I want longer hair! So I began my Hair Growing Project. To add consternation, my hair is silvery white. The coarseness of the greys is helpful – they are straight and strong and easier to style than my youthful, mousy, thin hair. A year in, my hair is almost shoulder length with longish bangs.  I can pull it back into a short ponytail with my forehead fully exposed.

Full frontal forehead! Who is that woman? My face with forehead creates a balanced oval shape with a pleasing hairline and barely a wrinkle. My forehead is more of a feature than a liability. Who knew? Why have I lived my entire life disliking this aspect of my body?

Shifting from the unconscious to the conscious is a worthwhile inquiry. What else lurks in the shadows waiting to be claimed? Do you have parts that need to be reclaimed?