Sorry, this is just how my face looks
I’m sure I am not the first person to feel this way, but 7th grade was a horrible year. I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup to school, I went to private school so we wore uniforms (which you couldn’t change out of for gym class – um what? I’m 13, okay?), and, as was becoming way too typical for me, I was constantly being embarrassed in front of my classmates. Basically, the worst year ever, right? Well, as fate would have it, it was also the year that I found out I had “witchy resting face”.
Okay so witchy is definitely supposed to be the bad “b” word but I don’t really feel like censoring this whole post, so I’m calling that’s what I’m calling it. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, click here, or watch the video below.
Though this adorable video provided by Funny or Die was not around when I was in 7th grade, it didn’t stop my peers, my teachers, and even my parents for constantly pointing out to me that I looked angry, or constantly asking me “are you okay?” in which I would inevitably respond with “OMG yes I am FINE,” (and we all know “fine” is not at all “fine”.) The fact of the matter was, despite my angsty middle school years, I really was okay, until someone would ask me how I was doing. This would make me angry, because I didn’t understand why they were asking. I didn’t think I was a mean person or that I was being particularly rude in the moments they would ask me. I didn’t even really let the little middle school complaints get to me that much. That’s when I learned that it was just my face.
If you need another, more concrete example, Juno (a great movie, by the way) can provide that for you (zoom to 1:47).
I am that girl. I am not proud of it, since she seems utterly miserable, but it’s the truth. In fact, it’s so true, that the reason I am posting about this now, so many years after the terrible time that was middle school, is because last week, I was told twice in one day by two different professors that I looked very, very upset. Not that I thought my witchy resting face had gone completely by the wayside, but I thought for sure it was something I had at least improved on in the last eight years. I also just figured that since college is so much better than middle school that my witchy resting face would come around a lot less.
However, the fact of the matter is, it’s just my face. It’s just the way I look when I’m not conversing with someone, or laughing at a joke (both of which I am told I do very loudly, and happily). After being momentarily shocked last week about being called out for looking so glum, I decided to come right out and say that this is just how I look.
So as much as it is unfortunate, and as much as I don’t like that this is who I am and how I so often look, it’s me. And if you have an issue with it, I am sure I will unintentionally glare at you on the mall at some point, so just take it literally.