. . . of your lower left and right jaw from failure to completely join during foetal development. How very charming it makes you look!
I saw “Blood Simple” last night and Frances Dormand started me thinking about faces and what makes them remarkable.
Ever since Marilyn Monroe dazzled us on the silver screen with her ever-so-notable beauty mark I’ve thought that was just the thing. Years in the sun have finally graced me with my very own little freckle just to the right of my right eye. I thank Mr. Sun for not putting it on the end of my nose.
I also have a single dimple in my left cheek although a pair of dimples is more common.
As for the bone structure, I couldn’t tell you, but I’m slightly strabismatic, and I had to have my last baby tooth extracted when I was 15 because it was perfectly content to stay there indefinitely (the adult tooth took two or three years to fully emerge).
I have a faint but persistent scar along the breadth of one cheek. More than one girlfriend has referred to it as my “dueling scar,” and while I have done nothing to encourage such fanciful notions, I usually just pretend not to remember where I picked it up. (Who can keep track of such things? Any adventurous life is bound to be chockablock with grievous injuries; it serves no-one to dwell on them.)
It was a duel, actually - between a toddler and a eensie-weeniest of little white kittens.
Emo-the-ex, TheKid, and I all have scars between our eyes. I don’t remember how Emo-the-Ex received his, but I earned mine in a bicycle vs railroad track accident and TheKid received hers when her face met the corner of her toy pantry (made for my sister 46 years go with actual edged corners). Just a weird family thing.
TheKid has a mole to the left of her nose. Well, she’s a moley kid anyways, but this one is noticeable. She had her school pics taken a few weeks ago. When she brought them home, my first thought was “Something is just not right about these.” She and I looked at her pics for at least three minutes before she realized they airbrushed her mole out. They left the line of three smaller ones on her cheek, though. She just doesn’t look right without it. [aside: they left the mole on her school ID]
I’m also moley, but have had a few removed and none as memorable as TheKids. I do, however, have a pretty blue vein that starts just under my chin and is traceable down my neck and down my right arm. When I was skinny I was told it was creepy.
I am very boring and have no special marks. My son however has aright angle dimple, gained when at age 3 he climbed on a wheeled office chair and used the corner of the desk to stop his face from hitting the floor. I would love to tell you he learned his lesson from that but at 6 he gain a scar that runs from the corner of his eye to his eyebrow while climbing a rack in a video store.
Both of my eyebrows have scars in them, both from falling as a child, at two different times. First one I don’t remember, I apparently fell down the brick front steps of our house. The second one, I was chasing the dog, who had stolen the head of my golf club, around the coffee table, tripped over the dog and hit my head on the corner of the table.
I have an almost a dimple from where a cyst was removed from my cheek.
I have a dimple on one side of my face and not the other.
It came from a sledding accident when I was a kid. I was racing my neighbor down the hill behind our houses and he kinda forced me off to the side a bit. I went under a pine tree, and found out the hard way that someone (for reasons I still don’t quite understand) had dumped a bunch of concrete blocks under the tree. Did you know that a concrete block is about the same height as those old fashioned steel rail runner sleds? Did you know that if you hit one at high speed that the sled stops instantly, and the kid on top doesn’t? I went face first at a fairly high speed into a pile of concrete block.
I have a beauty mark - it’s a small mole, located at an angle out from the right corner of my mouth, about an inch from my nose and an inch from my nose. It’s a light tan and doesn’t really stand out too much, but I sometimes darken it with eyeliner or such if I want that look.
Interesting stories here. It’s funny, the comment about how when something is removed from a person’s face they don’t look “quite right.” My MIL had a growth like a wart on one of her eyebrows. As she aged it got larger and larger.
As much as it annoyed me, once she had it removed she didn’t look quite like herself anymore.
I have a scar over my left eyebrow that leads to that eyebrow being very slightly lower on my face, and to my left eye normally being just a little less open than my right. People generally perceive it as my right eyebrow always being raised just a bit, though, as if I regard the world with perpetual skepticism. (I can’t imagine where they’d get that idea.)
I have a small scar smack in the middle of my forehead. Chickenpox. Got it when I was 9. I was actually pretty good about not scratching, but after about a week and a half, when I no longer felt sick but was still covered in the sores, I was having some serious cabin fever. My mom took me for a walk outside in the winter. At the time I had a scratchy wool balaclava, putting it on tore open a sore on the middle of my forehead and there you go.
My upper left lateral incisor is discolored and malformed. All the rest of my teeth are nice and straight. This came from when I was probably 4. I was horsing around in the kitchen at grandma’s house, pushing around chairs and stools to have an obstacle course to jump around. I misjudged one jump and landed mouth agape on the steel bar of a stepladder. Bam. Completely wrecked my teeth.
Actually, the impact (think of a lesser curb stomp) of landing with my full weight on a metal bar between my upper and lower jaw might be my earliest tactile memory. I don’t remember the pain, just the impact force. Bam, metallic clang, head snaps back.
More “earliest memories” - sobbing on my Grandfather’s lap, being held down in the emergency room while screaming, being held down again the next day at the dentist.
Apparently the force was enough to damage whatever it is in your upper jaw that forms your permanent teeth. The particular baby tooth was badly broken and got pulled. The tooth next to it was weakened and broke almost in half when I was 10. That developed a nasty abscess and had to be pulled as well. When the adult tooth finally came in (and it was the last of my permament teeth, other than wisdom, by about 2 years) it was discolored and the shape is off.
Years and years of braces has given me a decent set of teeth, but the alignment still has a significant dent in it where I smashed my face. Bugs the hell out of my current dentist, but not me. Just part of my history.
There’s a saying that we wear in age the face we’ve earned in life. Sure seems to hold true, mishaps and all.
During my thirties when my kids were teens and acting out (euphenism) and I was juggling work, school and early menopause I frowned. Quite a bit. Now I’m stuck with two frown lines between my eyebrows even though the turbulent years are long passed and life is copacetic.
The most noticeable thing about my face is the dogbite scar on the right side of my upper lip. I got that when I was 2. I also have a scar on my chin from falling on a wet floor at a dance club.
I think my face is fairly typical for a female redhead.
I have freckles but not a massive amount. I do have 2 freckles right at the corner of my mouth, which even now my mother insists are dirt that needs to be cleaned off. I am 30-fricken-years-old. She should have figured it out by now.
I have dimples but the only thing unusual about that is that apparently I’m the only person who DIDN’T know I had dimples. A complete stranger told me about 2 years ago. Apparently one of the effects of not putting on makeup is that you don’t spend much time noticing your own features. :smack:
I have a cleft in my chin but it doesn’t really make me unique since my uncle has the exact same cleft.
My 2 front teeth have a slight gap, and one of the teeth has a completely flat bottom (my sister broke it, my dentist fixed it but left off the typical tooth ridges). I also still have a baby tooth, in a position to be seen when I smile.
I was told once that I have naturally perfect eyebrows. This also does not make me unique since most of the women in my family have the same eyebrows.