Let’s get something straight: you don’t actually know what you look like. I mean, not really. You’ve never seen yourself the way anyone else does. Every photo, every mirror—none of them can show you the thing people see when you walk into a room, or the way your friends light up when you laugh at their dumb jokes.
But for some reason, we all seem to believe we’re uniquely qualified to judge our own faces. Like we’re running some kind of personal Project Runway in our heads, handing out withering critiques. “Look at my nose. My weird eye. Why does my mouth do that thing when I smile?”
