I work customer service, so part of my job is to smile. Smile as people are nice to you, smile as people snarl, sneer, and give you dirty looks; I even have to smile even if I've had the shittiest day ever. Still... smiling. Smile it people are rude to you, smile as people scream and demean you
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*curls up in your lap and purrs soothingly*
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Sometimes it's hard to share my smile with the world, other times it's easier. But smiling through the good things and the bad is important to me because my smile, like you said, makes me strong.
There were times where I didn't think that I could smile, such as when I broke up with Bryan and had to stay with my grandfather for two weeks. My grandmother, my grandpa's partner(his wife-my real grandma-died when I was three and he'd been living with his girlfriend for 20 years but they never married-she insisted I call her "Grandma") had just passed away two months beforehand. In my pain, and in his pain, I wore a smile the whole two weeks that I was there. In the end, it helped us both.
For me, a smile isn't just the look that you give someone, but it's also about how you feel when giving that smile and how the person who receives the smile feels.
It's difficult sometimes, but I can't help but..want to smile all the time. Maybe it's a mask of how I really feel, but it's a mask that I wear proudly.
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