Thank you for my real face.
My friend G said I look a little like Willem Dafoe.
Now, a woman can be devastated by this kind of new information or amused or insulted or flattered if she happens to need a shave and aspires to star in a scary movie.
None of that applies to my reaction. I was curious instead. I said to myself “Okay, now that must have some foundation of truth in it or G (who is a very candid, truthful sort) would not have used his out loud voice with that statement.”
So I pondered… Did my mother ever meet Willem Dafoe? I don’t remember him visiting us after I was born but..? I found a picture of “De Foe” and photoshopped his face over long red hair and my own green eyes. OH MY GOD! I was very afraid. I am not aging well I thought. I sent the photo to my best friends, Linda and Karma.
Linda laughed very loud, which dispelled some of my Vanity-not-Fair.
She said “He must be native american.” when she caught her breath. So I assumed it’s just the cheek bones that G was referring to.
Karma has said nothing so far and she is a candid, truthful sort also. I am afraid again.
But I am thankful for my real face after seeing the scary photoshop picture.