The Brutal Honesty of Children
By the fifth drawing, Mrs. Higgins realized that children have absolutely no filter and zero concept of flattering angles. They were drawing her not as she *wanted* to be seen, but exactly as she *was* at 2:30 PM on a Tuesday.
One drawing featured her with hair that looked like an electrified tumbleweed. When asked, the artist said, “Your hair is always floofy in the afternoons, Mrs. H.” Another student had drawn her with very distinct, dark circles under her eyes with a purple crayon. “Because you look tired today,” the sweet child explained. Mrs. Higgins felt a mix of horror and hysterical laughter bubbling up inside her. They were roasting her, and they didn’t even know it.