Long before I knew what “RBF” meant (slang for resting bitch face) I exhibited the expression frequently as a kid. One of the best things about teaching and being around ‘the younger’ is the potential for keeping up with the latest acronyms and text-culture witticisms. When “RBF” was thrown at me the first time I needed the explanation…and what followed was this: Holey, moley, guacamole! A name — for the trademark Vicki look of disdain going back…well…decades. Evidence? That’s me on the left:
Why? I hated the forced revelry when mom would pull out a camera and command “Smiles!”. Even as a tyke I understood the incongruence between actual events and mom’s performances – her attempts to capture/manufacture happy family moments.
Left with no defense other than a scowl, scowl I did in soooo many photos. They’re fun and laughable to look at now, but I also understand that my behavior, facially, was just the front door to what simmered within.
In today’s post for Heart of the Matter, I explain a little more. I’d love for you to pop over and take a peek. The teaser? What do bridges, coping mechanisms and gratitude have in common? Let me know what you think…and as always, thank you so much for reading. It means a lot.
xo,
Vicki 😊
Victoria Ponders 
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