I've always hated my head.
It is a giant pumpkin head. Hats don't fit. My football helmet had to be specially ordered. I learned how to sense when topics were getting close to something about heads or head size and developed the coping mechanism of how to make jokes about myself quickly before anyone else could.
In 1988 I started cutting my own hair - learning styles that seemed melon-head friendly. Ultimately tight sides and a flat or spikey top…
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