Related post: Chronic bitchface
Arrived in the morning. Not quite ready for the day. Entered the elevator and noticed Amanda going in, too. With her head slightly tilted down, she looked at me funny and asked (in front of everyone else who was in the elevator):
“Do you think you have a bitchy resting face?”
That can be added into the list of things one shouldn’t ask another in the morning.
The bitchy resting face is one of the things that’s flooding our newsfeed now, thanks to an article that’s being heavily shared.
I’m aware that I have, as Kris Atomic puts it, a chronic bitchface — I look pissed most of the time without needing to feel pissed. It’s a reason why some people leave me alone. I have never realized it more until I started working.
T once accidentally spilled curry on my outfit. Although in my head I dismissed it as an amusing incident, she got scared and began to avoid me, despite sitting at the workstation just opposite mine.
A once told me that she found my blog. I told her not to tell anybody about it because I didn’t want to not be taken seriously. She got scared and stopped talking to me.
Z just joined my team. According to him, whenever he needed my help back then, I’d give him a face. After that he got scared too.
H made fun of my face. This one time during a knowledge-sharing session inside the auditorium, he sent me a text asking why my face is always so, in his words, ketat. I sent him the chronic bitchface poster.
Not just my face, maybe I’m sometimes too blunt, which makes it worse. There were some things I might have said to my former team leader, M, too, which had him taken aback.
They’ve all become my good friends today, but each friendship didn’t blossom until a few months. I was told that the bitchface needed some getting used to… after that we’re fine lol.
After assessing my face in the mirror for a long time, I concluded that it’s my features — the way my eyebrows are arched, the way my eyes are slanted and the way my lips are curved. Together, they form a bitchface.
Being known as the girl with the bitchface is starting to become bothersome. Although I enjoy being left alone at times, it’s also disturbing to know that my default face ignites worry and fear. Since plastic surgery is not an option, I decided that maybe it’s time to adjust my default face by being on a higher degree of happiness.
But if I’m suddenly smiling all the time, I have a feeling that it’ll scare them even more.