No, I’m Not Mad, This Is How I Usually Look

I’m not the approachable type.

Photo by Khashayar Kouchpeydeh on Unsplash

My smile seemed to wane in the jump from childhood to adolescence. Seemingly overnight, I became that girl — the one who scared people away with just a look, the one who had what people today have coined “resting bitch face.”

My problem? I didn’t make the connection until after I graduated high school.