THIS IS ME

As a 15-year-old teenage girl, my life is a constant rollercoaster of emotions, and my face is the billboard advertising the ride. 

Take my eyes, for example. They reveal the inside scoop on my emotions. When my friends and family surround me, they light up like the brightest Christmas tree. Laughter bursts out of them, giving away exactly how happy I am. On the flip side, when exams and stress hit, they cloud over like a storm rolling in. You can practically see the lightning of panic in them. Or when I cry, whether about a heartbreaking novel or an older person eating alone at a restaurant. My eyes basically transform into leaky faucets. My face unmistakably reflects the tug on the heartstrings.

Now, my mouth is a whole different story. I am full of nervous habits. My lips start doing this strange dance of nibbling and biting when I'm on edge. It's like my subconscious coping mechanism. However, in moments of joy, my mouth hosts a lively celebration with a wide, genuine smile that spreads happiness across the room. 

My eyebrows are like my personal truth serum. If I'm annoyed, they scrunch together as if they're plotting a rebellion against the harsh reality of life. They're like the unheard heroes of facial expression, silently conveying my irritation to the world. 

Lastly, my cheeks are my worst enemy, the involuntary painters of my emotional state. If I'm around someone I like or when I get embarrassed, they turn into bright red canvases. But on a regular day, they're just there, chilling or, more accurately, resting in a bit of a "bitch face" because, let's be real, not every moment is a highlight reel. So there you have it. Each wrinkle, tear and blush, tells a story of a 15-year-old girl trying to figure it all out.

Welcome to the behind-the-scenes of teenage emotions; it's a wild ride!