This weekend I spent a few hours in the pool with the kids while my husband, apparently, observed from the dining room.
After awhile he came outside to tell me he noticed I scowled a lot, even when laughing. “Maybe it’s why you have a hard time getting to know people,” he offered, in all his wise wisdom.
“Or maybe it’s just really, really sunny out here and I’m squinting,” I lovingly replied.
But it got me thinking. Do I scowl? It’s not so much the putting people off I care about. It’s the frown lines I’m sure to get between my eyes.
I’d hate to end up with a chasm like Kate Gosselin’s. I’ve never watched their show, but as a reader of People magazine, I’ve been forced, in recent months, to become an expert on her appearance.
My expert opinion: the woman scowls, even when it’s NOT sunny.
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Dun- Dun- DUNNN!
To combat the impending chasm, I spent some time in front of the mirror perfecting a perma-grin where I smooth my forehead. It’s kind of like when you used to wiggle your ears as a kid, only don’t wiggle. Just hold.
The problem is, it makes me look kind of surprised and more than a little crazy.
I’ll probably repel people more than ever, but at least I’ll have a nice forehead.
*I have no idea where I got these photos. I googled, and got out of there as fast as I could.
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7 replies on “The Happy Scowl”
I’m not a smiley person. When I try to be, I look insane. But I look totally sane and normal when I’m not smiling.
Wow, your husband is unbelievably helpful.
I have a vertical line between my eyes that makes me insane. My sister has it too and has had botox and some kind of filler and now I am completely jealous of her plasticy beauty.
Are you German? Scowling here is exceptable, now smiling on the other hand is a big no no!
Ugh, I have a permanent chasm like Kate’s. I’ve spent tons of time in front of the mirror trying to smooth out my forehead. I can’t afford the Botox, but I’m thinking I may start sleeping with one of those anti-snoring nose-arch stickers on my furrows and see if that helps…
“Unapproachable” is the word my husband uses for what I think of as my “pleasant face”. But then he calls South American Soap Opera hair “perfect” and any kind of up-do “ugly” so as you can tell he is not a very practical person.
oh shit, i KNOW i look like those photos more than i care to…..
I have the worst indent on my forehead when I’m concentrating. Drives me nuts