The resting bitch face

As a personal sufferer of this infliction, I wanted to share my experiences to console others who have also been inflicted with this tiresome fault. “Who died?”, “Smile love! Life’s not as bad as you think!” and “You’ve got a face like you’ve been slapped with a wet fish,” along with the relentless “Are you ok?” are just some of the phrases that I, for one, am a little tired of hearing. For some of us, a friendly smile is not eternally plastered on one’s face. It doesn’t help my case that I’m a daydreamer too. Apparently whilst I’m emerged in some parallel universe, my expression in this one is not too joyous.

Resting bitch face plus a sensitive soul bring the side effects to a whole new level. At 5’3″, with blonde hair and big blue eyes, my constant look of disdain has even led me to being referred to as “really intimidating” by new acquaintances?!

At one time, I considered my permanent facial expression a bit of an affliction, but with time and an increase in maturity, I have learnt to love it. Perhaps it matches my personality? I shy from falseness and don’t enjoy the company of those demonstrate it.

When I’m happy, sad or angry, my facial expression most certainly shows it. This, too, has caused me some trouble in the past but it has also encouraged me to pursue a life that I actually enjoy. I don’t accept invitations to things that I don’t want to do anymore but I also put myself out there to try more new things than ever before.

So to all of you who suffer from this infliction: Embrace it! Be sassy and know that when you crack out a rare smile, your facial expressions are appreciated twice as much as those without a resting bitch face.