Who does Rose look like?

I know I'm not supposed to hate my body. And, in fact, for the most part I don't. My stretch marks and flabby belly? Pregnancy and oreos - c'est la vie! Whatevs.   But my chin? Well, that's another story. I hate my chin. Truly hate it.  I know I'm not supposed to, and so I guess you could say that I hate that I hate it. But that doesn't change the fact that I do.

I remember when I first learned what rhinoplasty was, and I immediately wondered if there was some sort of chin implant that I could get for my 16th birthday, just like some girls apparently got nose jobs. (No one I knew, of course, but I had read about such things and I was intrigued!) And, speaking of books, have you ever noticed how many "bad guys" in novels have a "weak chin"? The evil villains and stupid criminals are generally afflicted with my hated facial feature, which certainly hasn't helped my body image at all over the years.  And, as if a single weak chin wasn't bad enough, my recessed chin often leads me to have TWO of them -  whenever I'm caught in profile, smiling, and/or looking down. No wonder I try to delete/burn all photographic evidence of my chin.

This is the trifecta of chin ugliness: profile, smiling, and looking down. Good thing there's a cute baby to distract you!

Asking people who Rose looks like has to be one of my favorite activities, yet now I'm started to cringe at the responses people give. Not only do people say she only looks like me when she cries (which I find somewhat endearing, oddly enough), but more and more people are saying that she has my chin. Yes, my ugly, recessed, stupid, villainous weak chin. Of all the features she could get, why did she lose the genetic lottery and get MY chin?!

But it makes we want to cry when I think of her hating any part of her body as much as I hate this part of mine.

Rose has a lovely chin!

Sigh. I had heard that parenting can amplify all of our worst insecurities, and I'm starting to see how true that is. Yet Rose is so cute and adorable and lovely (not to mention funny and talented and smart and hard working!), so how could we possible have the same chin? Her chin is nothing like mine! Nothing!
 
And yet, in a way I almost hope she has my chin, because maybe she could help me learn to love mine...or at least just hate it less.