I have one of those faces, one of those “she-should-smile-more” faces. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been asked if I’m angry, when I don’t realize that I’ve been frowning. Some of it is my extreme myopic eyesight. Squinting is a necessary by-product. Some of it is that I’m constantly thinking some deep philosophical something, or trying to not have audible conversations with myself. I told my daughter recently that one of the reasons I don’t like having my photo taken is that even when I attempt to smile, it still looks like a frown.
Mel and Michele, the Ketchup with Us mavens, have given me a new lease on life. They offered an alternate explanation that I can heartily embrace – Bitchy Resting Face. Apparently a malady that affects many women. The male counterpart to this is Asshole Resting Face. Those afflicted with BRF simply default to a scowl, like having a perpetual headache or smelling an offensive odor.
My BRF was evident at a very early age – Baby Bitchy Resting Face. I guess my mother was right… my face did freeze that way.
So, if I look like I’m mad, or like a full-on bitch, just remember, that may only be my BRF. I’m actually a very nice person, until I’m not.