I have something to confess: I suffer from RBFS.
Resting Bitch Face Syndrome.
At any given moment on any given day, my face will contort itself into any combination of scowls, glares or just plain staring problems, complete of its own volition. My eyes narrow as though independent from my happy thoughts. They could burn a hole through another person while I am actually thinking that she looks great in that dress today.
Like my fellow sufferer and soul sister Kourtney Kardashian, I am often mistaken for being in a mood. We travel this difficult journey together, alone in our struggle and the knowledge that we aren't, in fact, meaning to look bitchy. But now it seems as though the RBF's of the world may actually have an advantage—and according to science, no less.