Hi. I’m Megan. I suffer from resting bitch face. *Room hails back* “Hi Megan.” I’ve had it my whole life. It pairs well with my running internal dialogue of sarcastic wit and my external desire to be left alone because I am an introvert. I also suffer from not giving af when people, especially grown men tell me I should look happy all the damn time. I think it is aggressive and rude to suggest someone alter their appearance in order to appease others.