"Who pissed you off today?"

"Are you OK?"

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong?"

If you're reading this, there's no doubt that you have heard these questions a million times each. I am in the same exact boat with you. And I'm sure that we'll hear these questions a million more times. And it is all due to the life-consuming issue known as "Resting Bitch Face Syndrome."

This issue has been following me for as long as I can remember. I used to purposely raise my eyebrows and try to look surprised just while I was sitting in class, but then I got different questions like "What's wrong with you?" and "Why are you being so weird?" I've since learned to just accept the tragedy that is my face.

The severity of my situation has reached an all time high and I'm struggling to cope with it now more than ever. There are levels to this, and I believe that I've reached the highest one. I walk through work and my coworkers just laugh at my face because I look like I want to murder the world. I won't lie, sometimes I do, but not that frequently. Every time I'm enjoying Netflix on the couch, my mom thinks that I'm having a mental breakdown. You may still think that I'm being dramatic, so I've resigned myself to the fact that I need to show you just how bad it is.

Sheena Kailian (unfortunately) facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1200856109

This is a candid photo of me. This is a candid photo of me on a vacation. This vacation was on a beautiful island. I was happy and excited and eating some chicken and this is what my face looked like.

I was sitting at the final dinner for my trip with my classmates while a few of them were looking at all of the pictures our professor had taken. Suddenly, they laughed and called me over. What I saw was a completely normal photo of our class eating lunch. My wonderful classmates then zoomed in on my face, which was the size of a pea in the original photo, and this is what I got. I laughed harder than anyone because, really, what is wrong with my face?

When I got back from my trip, I knew that I had to show this photo to everyone. I came into work and showed it to anyone that I could find. Customers, coworkers, children lost in the store. They were all going to see it. My coworkers laughed the hardest and all said, "Yup, that's the face."

I could be offended by this. I could hate the lot that I've been given in life and mope about it for years. But, really, that would probably just worsen my Resting Bitch Face and, let's agree, that's something that I really don't need in my life. So instead, I'm embracing my face. I'm saving this photo and showing it to the people that I love because I know that they've (probably) seen me smile a few times.

And I suggest that you do this, too. Everyone with Resting Bitch Face Syndrome, no matter how severe, should embrace the candid photos. We may never have that spur of the moment beauty where every photo is a glamour shot. But we will have beautiful moments of laughter with people that might have been too scared to mention our mean mugs. Resting Bitch Face probably does define us in some way, but only in terms of how we accept it. I've chosen to laugh about it and that's made my struggle a lot less tiresome and a little more enjoyable.

What's wrong, you may ask. Oh, nothing, just my face.