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I Wear My Heart on My Forehead

…and other thoughts on being vulnerable

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When I was a little girl, I had a birthmark that came down from my hairline to the middle of my forehead in a bright red splotch. As I got older, it began to fade away but would intensify and make itself known whenever I was angry or upset or if I cried.




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Mary Gallagher

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Simplify. Because life is too short to spend time and energy on things that don’t matter.

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