This post is a long time coming. Remember when I told you, I’ve been busy? Yeah, still busy, but working on it! Anyway, about a million years ago [ ok, 2 months ], HOLLIEÂ asked me to guest post while she was away getting her elopement on. I immediately said yes [ she is awesome & her blog is equally so ] and I immediately knew what topic I would WRITEÂ about.
â€œAre you OK?â€
â€œWait, what happened?â€
You guysâ€¦nothing happened. My face falls that way. And apparently thatâ€™s a problem. A super serious one. Whatâ€™s it called? Resting Bitch Face, or RBF as I like to oh-so-scientifically call it. Suffering from this â€œdilemmaâ€ means that unbeknownst to me, about 9 times out of 10, while it may all be rainbows & unicorns in my head, the outside world thinks one one or all of the below:
a) Iâ€™m intensely suffering
b) Iâ€™m pre-menstrual
c) My friendÂ just gave away the ending of Scandalâ€™s mid-season winter finale
d) I just got charged $200 for a .7 mile Uber ride
I thought I was in a small majority of people who regularly put forthÂ negative vibes into the world with their facial expressions. According to me, my posseÂ of â€œno f#@%sÂ givenâ€Â consisted ofÂ myself, Mona Lisa, Kristen Stewart & the late night pizza delivery guy in college. Oh, how wrong I was. More recently, increasedAWARENESSÂ has shedÂ light on the RBF & in turn more & more RBFers have turned up. I mean, an entire episode of Below Deck focused on the DRAMZ that Kateâ€™s bitchy face stirred up. Moâ€™ RBF = less $, moâ€™ probz for yachties apparently.
Since I can remember Iâ€™ve been rocking my RBF. Check out my 7th birthday video. Well, how could youÂ really, but Iâ€™m telling you, it was present. My mom has a picture on her wall of meÂ throwing shade. Iâ€™ve found out from now friends that they were afraid of me at first. Really? Most recently, I came across a picture from a certain blogging event & almost shrieked in both horror & hilarity at my RBF. #YOLO
Seriously though, Iâ€™ve tried to walk around with a perma grin & itâ€™s just not natural & really no fun; plus, I sort of look serial-killeresque. I have definitely (especially after aforementioned blogger picture), made it a daily practice to be present & try not to be so harsh looking all the time. Iâ€™ve found that often, the root of this is stress & being inside my own head. I donâ€™t know, maybe I should just smile for pictures?
As females, society places expectationsÂ for women toÂ be happy/smiley/laughy all the time & a large majority just donâ€™t naturally exude this effervescent quality in the form of facial expressions. Without a smile, many just jump to the conclusion that the person is, like, sooo bitchy. I wanted to let everyone know I am sooo NOT bitchy; I am happy, kooky, weird, silly, clumsy & yes â€¦ sometimes angry. But youâ€™ll have to look past my RBF to find out.
Enough about my face. How self-centered of me. What do you guys think? Should we embrace the face or do RBFers need to turn that frown upside down?
Do yourself a favor & Â head over to Hollie’s blog, FANCYKINS. You’ll be glad you did.