People, I have a gift. May it never be said that I was not a Gal of many talents. I have been told, and it has been proven true, that I can make some of the best strange faces ever. It’s true. There is some sort of uncanny elasticity happening with my face at all times – in conjunction with a button-esque nose that does what it wants – and a quasi – third chin. Rendering my whole face capable of gems such as:
Though I spent a fair number of years cursing the teletubbiness of mon visage – I think I have officially accepted it. I am 26 next week, after all. It’s time to stop lamenting the things I can’t control. For example, my face, and it’s odd/charming mind of its own.