Why My Face is Not Actually Flat

I’ve always wanted to write a blog, though I’m not exactly sure why. The thought of complete strangers—or even worse, close friends—reading my innermost thoughts and feelings is terrifying. And yet, sometimes I think that I have pretty dang good ideas that I’d like to share with the world.

But what if nobody liked my self-proclaimed interesting thoughts? And worse, what if nobody ever read my blog? I don’t know if I could handle online rejection in addition to rejection in my real life.

Blogging for a class, however, means that I can blame a lack of readership (and lack of interesting material) on this being a school assignment. There are not many people who want to read school assignments in their free time.

And so here we are.

Now, you may be wondering whether or not my face is actually flat.

As the date of my birth rapidly approached, my parents were torn between naming me Paige or Claire. Janelle, my older sister, was five years old at the time, and when asked which name she preferred, she adamantly expressed her preference for the name Claire. Janelle tearfully explained that if I was named Paige, I would be born with a flat face like the page of a book.

I narrowly dodged that unlucky fate. I don’t have a flat face. At least I don’t think I do.

Why My Face is Not Actually Flat

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