I’m often told by complete strangers that I remind them of someone – a niece, sister, cousin, neighbor, highschool classmate, etc. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I have a common looking face. Depending on your view, I’ve either been blessed or cursed with ordinary features. I look like thousands of women who’ve preceded my birth and I’m sure many more similar looking girl babies will be born to generic looking parents.
I’m ok with the fact that I don’t ‘wow’ a crowd with my beauty or leave a lasting Victoria Secret’s model type impression; however, today my contentment with looking like the girl next door came to an immediate and tearful end.
Someone told me that I look like a character from ‘The Office’. I realize that I’m probably one of about only three American’s who haven’t watched ‘The Office’, so I did what any reasonably curious woman would do. I came home and Googled the cast’s photos.
Now when this man told me who I looked like, his wife said, “No, her (the character’s) hair is much shorter.”
My hopes of looking like a beautiful actress plummeted as I clicked through the pictures and character descriptions. I am left wondering how I’ve morphed from a youthful and not completely repulsive young wife and mother into a middle-aged “Phyllis”.
Look for yourself.
Why can’t I get away from the Phyllis’s lately? First my tree and now me!