We were taking yearbook photos today. I’ve been stressing for 2 weeks about it, but I was actually confident this time. I had an outfit, earrings, and a headband picked out that I wore (see irl me post for reference). I get up there and I smile normally. I haven’t smiled with my teeth since 3rd grade in the yearbook, but I’m confident in my smile with my braces, so I did. The weird old guy taking my photo says
“Your eyes are too squinty when you smile that big. They need to be wider. Smile less.”
I’m taken by surprise, but I do anyway. It looks like a forced ass smile. I hadn’t planned for that at all. I was finally confident with my natural smile for the first time in 5 fucking years and you want me to smile less? That makes me even more fucking inscure. He mutters “We’ll go with that one.” Like he’s proud of himself. Yeah, I’m sure you’re reaallly fucking proud of making a 12 year old cry, heartless bitch. I try to protest a bit and tell him my smile was forced on the 2nd photo and that I wanted to go with the 1st one. I have no idea if he listened, I doubt he did. I walk away and start to cry like a dumbass. I talked to my art teacher, who helps manage yearbook club, about it and he said he’s make sure that the photo I like is in the yearbook. But I’m scared that the company taking the pictures is only gonna send in the forced photo of me and I’ll be immortalized with a shit photo for the 3rd year in a row. I finally felt good this year and now I don’t wanna take a photo of myself ever again.