TheCrimsonChin

Since i could remember, someone always had something to say about my chin. When i was young it was the other kids on the bus, then on the sports fields as slight roasts, and now, well it's mostly just my sister.

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My chin is large - there's no denying it.

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My mom has it, her mom has it... it's purely genetic and luck of the draw. I used to hide it with scarves, turtlenecks, anything i could. Unit high school graduation when my sister got me a crimson chin shirt. Suddenly my chin was no longer a flaw but a super power. Embracing my chin helped me grow to see beauty differently. My chin is outside the beauty box and that's more awesome to me,