For several years, specifically from elementary to high school, my large head had been one of my insecurities. It was mainly because, through those years, my head had been the object of my classmates’ mockery. I had been at the cruel receiving end of slurs such as Itlog!” Oblong! and Big head! (I hate the last one the most because it has no creativity and just, plain stating the obvious.) My usual reaction to it was to look keenly at them for a while and to find out whether they were “bungi” or not. If they werent, and if they didn’t have any physical deformity worth mocking, I would just stay quiet and recite in my mind some curses that I wished would inflict a terrible toothache upon them. But now, I so love my head. Aside from the fact that I have a lethal bludgeon-like weapon attached to my neck, I have something that proves my moms unconditional love for me. Just imagine that fateful day when she suffered and endured the pain of giving birth to a bowling ball that was my head plus other significant parts of my body that would later make me look like more or less a human being. I love you too, Mom. Now whenever someone pokes fun at my head, I just simply and confidently retort, “At least I can justify it.” But of course I know that there is no scientific evidence supporting a correlation between the size of the head and, uh, intelligence. Technically speaking, having a large head only means having a large head. But then again, for me, a large head is something that needs to be justified. And when you can justify it, it becomes some sort of a symbol. And If ever I became an artista, dont worry. Hindi na mas lalaki pa ang ulo ko.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 12:16:12 +0000
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