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Dress : Nordstrom | Hat: Hinge | Sandals: Steve Madden Claara | Bag: J.Crew Edie (old)

Growing up, my mom was always telling me to smile. Strangers would do the same thing.

When my boyfriend and I started dating, he was always asking me, “what’s wrong?”

I hated it. Nothing was wrong. Smile? Why? Why- it’s because I suffer from resting b*tch face. I can’t help it. It’s a combination of my eyebrows, brow bones, and my dad’s prominent features. It’s a real thing and I have a permanent crease between my eyebrows to prove it. My life has been full of misunderstandings and loss of potential friendships because of my RBF.

I remember in college when I was at a party and a good friend of mine told me how this girl, who I never met before or even spoke to, thought I was a complete b*tch. Why?! Because apparently I gave her a dirty look at the party. Not only do I suffer from resting b-face, but I also stare into space aimlessly. So this poor girl just happened to be standing in the direct target area of my RBF hot rays.

But I won’t complain too much. There have been advantages to having RBF. I usually never have creepers come up to me or try to hid on me because of this intimidating face, whereas my sweeter, more innocent girlfriends get creeped on all the time.

As I get older though, I try to make more of an effort to smile, not just for the new friendships, but also because I don’t want that brow wrinkle to get any more prominent.

Thanks for reading and I’m sorry for these pictures that are full of RBF.

P.S. I did a review of almost everything I’m wearing in this post.

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