Smiles are Cute

 There are two opposing forces that I imagine on the facial expression spectrum. On one side, there are smiles. On the other, there are frowns. 

Yesterday, I went grocery shopping with my parents. I clumsily took a few steps back while walking, not aware of a shopping cart that was behind me. When it bumped me, I flinched and looked back to see who my bumper was. It was a small girl. The moment we made eye contact she drew the biggest smile ever. It was the brightest thing I had ever seen. Maybe I was already in a good mood and the smile just made form of my mood and gave it a definition. But I think it has more to do with how pretty her smile was.

On the other side, one of the worst faces I remember seeing was a mirror selfie frown. Or was it a scowl? I don't know. The face had contorted in puzzling ways that were so ugly, I could throw up. It felt like someone was stabbing me with a gaze that was not even directed at me. The eyes were dead, tired and spiteful. I could feel pure hatred coming out of that gaze. The face and the lips felt as though they were pale, Maybe it was the lighting, but it looked like I was looking at a corpse. An ugly spiteful corpse. Maybe I'm overexaggerating, but by god that face was one of nightmares. I have never been more hurt seeing such a face in my life.. Until I saw it again. Frowns are the worst silent weapon. They are lethal, sharp and destructive. Without a word, you've dug a wound so deep into my soul. 

 Frowns usually distress me. I am not sure why they do. But the little kid that lives in my heart cage dislikes them so much, I am forced to intervene with whoever is making that face just to make sure I can do anything about it. More like make sure it's not directed at me. 

In any case, cheers to more smiles and less frowns. Amen.