It is both a blessing and a curse. I was born with a baby face. I, a 21 year old, a senior in college, an adult about to take on the real world, still looks like I am 18 or 19, just starting my college experience. I’m not writing this because I finally just realized that I have the dreaded baby face. Oh no, I’ve known for a while now. However, just recently more and more people have decided to point it out. It’s been mostly happening when someone asks me what year I am, to which I proudly announce that I am a Senior. After answering, I am greeted with a confused/shocked expression and a, “Oh, I didn’t know you were a Senior. I thought you were a lot younger.” No shit. From that expression on your face the whole world could tell you thought I was younger. So, with the recent acknowledgment of my baby face, I have had a small blow to my self esteem. I know I shouldn't let it affect me too much. I mean, just because they don’t think I look my age doesn’t stop me from being 21 and from me being able to legally drink. And plus, when I’m 35 I’m going to be eternally grateful that I look younger than I actually am. While I do know all of these things, I can’t help but feel a little deflated. It’s hard to take myself seriously as an adult when my 17 year old cousin and her friends look older than I do. So, if I can’t take myself seriously, how will the real world: potential bosses and co-workers, take me seriously?
One other thing that this curse has placed on me is that I will always be seen as “adorable” and “cute.” I know I probably sound like a whiny toddler. Oh God, Megan. How will you live? People think you’re adorable? How dare they! I know, I know. Things could be a whole lot worse, but come on. My fellow women would probably agree with me that when you get older it’s nice to be told that you look “hot” and “sexy” by suitors. There’s something about being called “sexy” that makes you feel confident and strong. Just me? Just imagine getting ready for a night out. You put on your tightest black dress, your favorite high heels, and your darkest red lipstick. You look in the mirror and you feel extremely hot and like you can take over the world. Then you meet your friends or your significant other and they say, “Wow, you look so cute.” Cute. CUTE. I don’t know about you guys, but when I hear that word I think of puppies or babies or puppies with babies. It’s not particularly what a 20-something year old wants to hear.
But overall, I know there’s nothing I can do about my innocent and baby like face unless of course I get plastic surgery, but for those who don’t know I am terrible with needles so that will never be an option. So, I’m just going to go about my life, always correcting people when they guess my age.
Published by Megan Wong