Bravo!

From one woman that is beyond tired of smiling and being nice since I was a young girl. I guess I just naturally have an RBF (ask your kids if you don’t know what this is)

My observation is that my brother was never told this. So why is your opinion of my appearance more important that the way that I choose to appear to the world? Is my value measured in the amount of pleasure that I provide to those around me?