Survival of the Meanest by Jesica Nodarse

I was not born with resting bitch face.

 I did not always act as if ice coated my veins. I didnt always avoid the eyes of others as they passed by.

 I will admit I was never an overly cheerful nor trusting child, there were always questions in my eyes and rarely an answer would suffice. 

However, I remember I didn’t always stare at the ground 

and I didn’t always fear the simple act of a man opening a door.

 I earned my ice and steely posture early and quickly. Eleven year olds should not look the way I did, or so I was told, in a casual matter over and over again. 

The men in the street however never cared my age and from one day to the next the looks 

of sweet adoration

 and childish approval

 turned to lust and coveting stares. 

The years have not changed these men, only added more generations

 to now leer at my babies.

 So no, 

I may not have been born with resting bitch face, 

but I sure as hell have earned my right to every second of its benefits.

Jesica Nodarse is a Cuban-born immigrant living in Florida, with her husband and children. A powerful writer and poet, an intense and driven woman, Jesica offers her unique perspective in today’s world and empowers her friends and colleagues with passion and grace.

Jesica can be found on Facebook at

 facebook.com/heathenwordsmith 

and on Instagram at 

https://www.instagram.com/j.nodarse/

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