Yeah, I kinda suck at figuring out a smile for self-portraits. I don't really smirk like this in real life. At least I hope I don't. But I almost always do it in my self-portraits.
I desperately need to get my hair cut and have an appointment for tomorrow, but I just couldn't face another day with something on my head. So even with all its puffy-Prince Valiantness, I did it.
Here's my goofy self-portrait smile. I think I look like a chipmunk, which is why I do the smirk. It may be weird, but it's not as chipmunky. My normal smile is not chipmunky.
I did pull the left side back with a barrette, which helps with the puffiness. And I sprayed the heck out of my hair so my comb-over won't un-over.
But you have to really be looking straight down at my head to notice something odd. And even then, you'd just think I had kinda sparse hair. Or maybe that your eyes were playing tricks on you. Exactly what I was hoping for.
I don't know how boys run around with baseball caps on 24/7. My head would always get itchy by the end of the day and I would dread having after-work plans where I had to keep the scarf on. And a hat? Ugh. I had a beret-type hat that was fine in the winter, but then I got a fedora for spring and it was just sweat-city.
So, yeah, this is pretty kickass. No scarf, sunny day, non-itchy head. I'm a happy girl.
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