I used to pride myself on the fact that I didn’t have a tell. My eyes bright, my jaw taunt, my body language unreadable. I could love you to pieces or hate your guts and you would have no earthly idea. Truely. None. I was very good. Until this last year in my thirties has given yet again another gift of transparency I am forced to wear on my face with no possibility to deny. When I am anxious, upset or excited- my cheeks blaze a tomato red. Not a sweet, creeping blush. Not a flushed-right-after a hot shower- look. But a blotchy crimson that looks like something
On Poker Faces, Gooey Butter Cake and Enchantment
On Poker Faces, Gooey Butter Cake and…
On Poker Faces, Gooey Butter Cake and Enchantment
I used to pride myself on the fact that I didn’t have a tell. My eyes bright, my jaw taunt, my body language unreadable. I could love you to pieces or hate your guts and you would have no earthly idea. Truely. None. I was very good. Until this last year in my thirties has given yet again another gift of transparency I am forced to wear on my face with no possibility to deny. When I am anxious, upset or excited- my cheeks blaze a tomato red. Not a sweet, creeping blush. Not a flushed-right-after a hot shower- look. But a blotchy crimson that looks like something