Years ago a hairdresser told me I had an odd-shaped head.

She had scissors in her hand so I kept my mouth shut. I also assumed she’d cover up my grotesque-shaped head with my curly hair.

I didn’t forget the slight though, and told a friend that evening.

“It takes most people 20 minutes to get over an insult,” she said in her matter-of-fact teacher voice.

It had been six hours.

That’s when I knew I wasn’t most people.

“You usually cut people too much slack,” the friend said.

I decided to take that as a compliment.

Then the other day a clerk reminded me of a young man who sold me shoes years ago. He’d said I had “narrow heels.”

I bought two pair.

Now I sit at home and pose my feet to show off my tiny heels. They are small compared to my wide toe-box that Momma always blamed on my foot washing fetish as a kid.

Though it seems just like yesterday when I was 13. Our neighbor, a model named Jodie Gillespie, was trying to help pimple-face me deal with adolescence. She told me I had a beautiful lip-line, and encouraged me to smile.

Then a few months ago, my dentist told me I have “movie star lips.”

Jodie was right all those years ago, and a couple of weeks ago the hairdresser said I have “perfect-shaped eyebrows.”

With that compliment I sat up straighter in the chair, and said I wanted the top of my hair layered so I could comb it back.

“No,” she said. “You need bangs to cover up your extremely high forehead.”

Yes, she’s the same one who told me about my odd-shaped head. After eight years I still haven’t gotten over it.

Remember though, I’m not most people, but I still cut people a lot of slack.

Besides, I have great-shaped eyebrows, movie star lips and tiny heels.

That’s enough for anyone to overlook my lopsided head and mile-high forehead. Especially since I don’t have to wear pop-bottle thick eyeglasses since my cataract surgery.

Course there is still that problem with my lazy left eye, but most people say they don’t notice it. That sorta draws attention away from my geriatric acne.