My Asperger's made smiling difficult for decades. When social interaction stimulates high anxiety, smiling doesn't come automatically. Maybe that's why I enjoyed living in India so much. There's very little smiling at all, unless you're laughing. Seems right to me.
I smiled so much while reading this! I could relate and always wondered if I’d ever get laugh lines (for some reason I’ve always found the smartest women I look up too like Fatima Bhutto so beautiful because of their laugh lines and secretly wish I’d end up looking just as beautiful when I am older).
P.S. you have a really beautiful smile, teeth or no teeth. :)
A very belated thank you for the shout-out, Robyn! As for your essay, you hit on a subject that is very close to my heart. If I had a dollar for every time some one (usually my mother or a man) said "smile" I'd be rolling in the dough. I was a serious and self-conscious child and my parents were gregarious types as were most of their friends.
I truly love the idea that you are smiling not for others but for yourself. You have a fun smile, like someone's tickling you and you are trying not to laugh but there it is, the sparkle and the laugh surrounded by a wonderful furry coat.
Not only adorable then!
Glad you included the smile and coat! I'll be looking for both.
My Asperger's made smiling difficult for decades. When social interaction stimulates high anxiety, smiling doesn't come automatically. Maybe that's why I enjoyed living in India so much. There's very little smiling at all, unless you're laughing. Seems right to me.
I smiled so much while reading this! I could relate and always wondered if I’d ever get laugh lines (for some reason I’ve always found the smartest women I look up too like Fatima Bhutto so beautiful because of their laugh lines and secretly wish I’d end up looking just as beautiful when I am older).
P.S. you have a really beautiful smile, teeth or no teeth. :)
A very belated thank you for the shout-out, Robyn! As for your essay, you hit on a subject that is very close to my heart. If I had a dollar for every time some one (usually my mother or a man) said "smile" I'd be rolling in the dough. I was a serious and self-conscious child and my parents were gregarious types as were most of their friends.
I truly love the idea that you are smiling not for others but for yourself. You have a fun smile, like someone's tickling you and you are trying not to laugh but there it is, the sparkle and the laugh surrounded by a wonderful furry coat.