I can’t read the nuances of faces but mine is a direct display of every undulation in my emotional current. My face is a one-way mirror.
Still, others often don’t see my personal, particular face.
People sometimes asked if my albino friend and I were twins. We were nine years apart and my face was longer, drawn while hers was rounder, more full. Worse yet, at an albinism conference, my dad came up to the girl next to me and told her it was time to go, mistaking her for me.
My face is at once expressive, transparent and invisible.
This is from a class I took called Personal Essay Writing. The assignment was to write about your face in EXACTLY 100 words. No more, no less. It led to a lot of obsessive editing.
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