This one? This one I fucking hate. My crinkled up forehead, my crooked half smile; my eyelid at half-mast. A face absolutely lacking in symmetry. Even the shadows around my eyes have the reeky smear of circus paint. 
But he loves it. As does my mother. 

This one? This one I fucking hate. My crinkled up forehead, my crooked half smile; my eyelid at half-mast. A face absolutely lacking in symmetry. Even the shadows around my eyes have the reeky smear of circus paint. 

But he loves it. As does my mother.