|Pretty sure holding this face is giving her a migraine.|
|"It hurts when I even think about smiling."|
|I can only assume she's thinking how much this purse is killing her arm.|
VBeck, you have got everything. And, as far as I can tell (from an admittedly extremely outsider perspective), you don't really appreciate that fact. And now, on top of the everything you had before, you have my baby name, Harper!!!
I can only assume you didn't know I was planning to use it on the next child I have. Who has not yet been conceived. But STILL. You could have checked this out with me first. I mean, while readers of my blog don't know my daughter as anything but The Nugget, she does have a real name. A real name which went quite well with the sibling, unisex name of Harper. Because we are into literary, unisex names around here. But now, every time I hear that name, I will be seeing that freaking scowling face staring at me. The face I have to rush past in magazines because it pisses me off. That thankless, scowling face which I can only assume has been developed through years of hard practice at looking exceptionally cool and perpetually bored. It's the only way to be posh.
So, I beg of you, lighten the freak up. You are now the mother of 4 children. We know you have a less than perfect body and a less than perfect sleep schedule and a less than perfect life because them's the breaks when you have 4 children. Fess up to it. Dare to smile at your children once in a while. Or your husband. Or your fans. Or even to yourself. Take the risk that by laughing and smiling and possibly even being seen looking less than perfect, you will be seen as someone who is *god forbid* NORMAL. And I mean this in the best possible way. Normal isn't so bad. Your face hurts a lot less when you don't have to maintain a "sexy" pout. And your arm hurts a lot less if you don't have to carry multi-thousand dollar purses the size of Mini Coopers around. Your feet will likely thank you when you no longer have to wear 5 inch heels to every event in your life (your husband plays soccer; sporty might be an appropriate look for a game). And I am sure, I have to believe, that your family will feel a lot more relaxed and calm when you feel more relaxed and calm.
Anyway, VBeck, treat that name well. I hope I'll see you smiling in some pictures in the future (perhaps with the knowledge that you stole my name, but still). Run. Frolick. Have fun. And remember, you have a fantastic life. Celebrate it. And bend that scowl upside down, baby.