For years I’ve wondered why people steer clear of me in public. I had eliminated the obvious possibilities such as body odor and dress with assurances from my friends, who I do have, that my fragrance is agreeable and fashion acceptable. One day while sitting in a coffee shop working I noticed a certain strain on my face. After a few hours of being in public, my eyebrows and cheeks were aching. It dawned on me that I wear a near constant scowl in public.This is my face as I am typing this post. I’m not doing it on purpose and can’t make it stop.I posted about this on Facebook and was quickly informed that I suffer from resting bitch face syndrome. From Urban Dictionary:resting bitch facea person, usually a girl, who naturally looks mean when her face is expressionless, without meaning to.I’m 31 years old and this is the first I’m learning of this. My face...