Living with Chronic Bitchface

'Sceuse my French but the term bitchface isn't meant to be derogatory or rude in any way. It's a phenomena that many of us suffer from, myself included.

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I think this picture documents bitchface perfectly. It just means that your default face isn't necessarily the most cheeriest, and as a result people will mistake you as a mean person. I've had friends tell me this many often, the last time was actually the other night. Essentially people tell me "When I first met you I thought you were really mean/a bitch, but once you opened your mouth and started talking I realized you were really nice." Le sigh.

I admit that I'm not the nicest person with the sunniest disposition all the time. I can be a little cynical and a bit of a crabby patty at times, but that's just part of who I am. It goes hand in hand with the side of me that's also caring and really funny (not toot my own horn or anything, but I've also been told I'm very funny). I'm really only mean to someone who is mean to me first, and it's less about being a complete ass as it is about simply defending myself.

I like to think that I'm not mean to a person right off the bat, in part because I've learned that people have judged me before actually getting to know me. I guess the assumption that I'm a bitch really just comes from my facial features (as beautiful and chiseled as they are). Obviously people's judgements are quickly dispelled (usually), but I would hate for someone to completely write off getting to know me based on my facial expressions. God forbid that my bitchface turns out to be a man repeller.

So what do I do? Walk around with a smile plastered to my face 24/7? No, that's creepy. I think it's more going to be about attempting to emit a positive energy because...

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