- dam shawty where u stay?
- away from u
Why I stopped smiling for pictures
My mother asked me why I don’t smile in pictures anymore. It’s because I’ve trained my face to look unapproachable. I don’t smile when I’m out in public. When I am alone I look like I could give two shits about being there, even at a party. I don’t want people approaching me. I don’t want them to take my face as invitation into my life. I don’t want them coming up to me and talking to me because I smile. If this makes me a bitch I don’t care. If this guarantees a path of never making any new friends, I don’t care. I am tired of having to make meaningless conversations with men because I look approachable. I’m tired of talking to people I honestly don’t care about. I’m tired of keeping up appearances, of responding, of being courteous and polite. If this is the alternative to telling people off then isn’t my unapproachable face a much better option?
This armor I wear when I am in public alone seeps into my every day and becomes my normal face to the point that smiling suddenly feels unnatural.