I apparently joined an elite group many years ago, one that has resurfaced with many different names over time but basically has the same intention attached to it..i actually think I inadvertently gave memberships to my children as well since they have at some point or another have had it pointed out to them as well..
it was again brought to my attention the other day when I was picking my daughter up from high school..as we were driving home she blurted out that one of her class mates informed her that she has RESTING BITCH FACE, yea you heard me..i could feel the breaks going off in my head, and the screeching sound effects ringing in my ear when I whipped my head to her with the most cheeky smile and asked her to repeat this statement..i then asked “what is resting bitch face madi”?, as if I didn’t know (snort snort) before she explained the meaning she then told me to look in the mirror since I apparently have this resting bitch face persona thingie too going on..Unsurprised I played it off like WHAT, mwhaa???
I have been told for the majority of my life that I look cynical, mean, cold, ice queenish, unapproachable, razereyes, wild, crazy, anything that associated with me not being a nice kind or a sensitive pretty kinda person..all these names I guess i have unconsciously carried with a sense of love, pride and beauty for my self knowing the truth deep within that the shell of my appearance doesn’t match the goodness to what’s deep within!
while some might view these labels as insults, I have always risen to the occasion of embracing them, that they are part of my warrior outfit that I have had to wear to survive in this life as protection from the meanness I had encountered in my childhood..i was at one time, I believe, angelic with a carefree sort of appearance until I was labeled, made fun of, ridiculed, bullied, teased, rejected slowly diminishing the light that was no longer available to shine brightly and gave way to the look that is now called the resting bitch face..i believe that’s how the image got to be worn on my face..
maybe that bitch cold sharp stern face I have had at times was like an instinctual camouflage in order to keep people at bay and the meanies away from me..to make me appear what I truly am not as a protective mechanism to shield me and only allow those who saw past the façade the true absolute brightness to my inner light the welcome into my friendship circle I coven and keep close..it has been the unexpected blessing to the woman I call my inner circle of forever friends today honoring who I truly deeply am..
I actually loudly chuckle at this title still while sharing the conversation with friends, and had the best laugh because of it..so today I salute my fellow RESTING BITCH FACE woman and I know you know who you are the ones who can relate..so CHEERS to you with my beloved grail of black liquid gold.CLINK CLING \_/*.may the resting bitch face be worn with a keen intuition, valor, pride and may this ‘LOOK’ of eccentric facial expression be celebrated with a big teethy kinda smile as you resting bitch face away!!!! peace love faith hope