I turned 30 recently and for my birthday, I got myself a face reading with Rose. I got more than I bargained for.
A face reading isnt really about faces, its about living. I got some confirming and surprising information about my life and how Ive chosen to live it. But I also got some unexpected feedback about my face itself: that I am beautiful, symmetrical, bright eyed, great skin, you name it.
Ive gotten powerful reactions from people my entire life and because of that, it took someone else to tell me that these reactions are odd:
- The almost constant bullying when I hit puberty
- The island of space around me at parties from people who dont see me as a potential partner
- The sharp reactions of spouses when they catch me talking to their significant other
- And people constantly assuming I am way younger than I am.
I notice it sometimes myself.
In a room filled with beautiful, interesting faces that look like theyve really lived, I glow a pale beacon of youth and symmetry, a clone.
Theres an app that guesses your age based on your face; Im in my thirties and the app guessed I’m 19.
Its been months and month since my birthday when Rose said I might want to write something about this (and years before I sent this to her).
Ive procrastinated because we live in such a beauty-worshiping culture. Supposedly, how could anyone who has been gifted in this way complain?
But more than beauty, humans like conformity. We punish anyone who sits on the outskirts of the bell curve on any particular trait.
I will never, at least while Im young, walk through a room without a fair amount of notice.
Many others will always assume I am younger, dumber, and less experienced than I am. I think I was holding my breath, waiting for my face to change and look like the people around me who have real lives and thus get a real life myself. But this is it.
Beauty is prized in our culture, and I have learned to take advantage of the gifts it gives me; but it is also comes with a downside mainly since being remarkable in any way means that you are remarked upon. Freely. Often. And sometimes aggressively.
Rose Adds Two Photos
These are not pictures of LYNETTE, who has asked to be anonymous here.
But here are a couple of photos of somebody known to many of you long-time readers of the blog, EVGENIA whose Comment #9 (below) might shock you. Because these pictures really don’t do her justice, but you can get an idea.