Queen Elizabeth

Queen Elizabeth

A homeless guy I walk past on my way to work everyday will bow at me and say things like, "My sweet Queen Elizabeth, how doth thou today?" or something of the sort. I write him off, considering I've seen him do the same to nearly everyone who walks past, yet after reading this article, I believe he may be onto something.

According to the article, people during Queen Elizabeth's reign would dye their hair red, curl it and pluck their hair so their foreheads looked higher. I can't help but noticing I have a high forehead, I have red hair, I have curly hair. My ancestors have been linked to previous British royalty (who I believe were excommunicated to Australia at some point). Maybe, just maybe the homeless guy is right about me, and I am a queen. Don't tell my future male "friends" that. :)

Not to mention, a high school chum once told me I looked regal -- and she cited my forehead as a reason why.

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