Ten seconds ago I had never heard of FaceApp. Now I have to try it if it is the last thing I do, and tbh I barely understand what it is.
Tilly has done it. I want to do it. I don’t even know if I have enough storage left. Is this what teachers are talking about when they ramble on about peer pressure?
But I really do want to see me in boy form.
And me old. Although urgh, I’m kinda in denial that I’ll ever get old and I like my face. Why can’t science keep my wrinkle free face forever? Why does gravity come for us all? Damn Newton.
Screw it. Download.
Okay, this is just me smiling. This isn’t so bad. This is essentially just what I see in the mirror every morning.
This is totally fine, I don’t know what I was so worried abo– OH MY GOD MY EYES! WHAT IS THAT?!
Maybe it’s not that bad. It’s just me. No, it’s… it’s both my Grans combined! But why is my old lady so much older looking than all the other ones I’ve seen? Oh my god, can the app tell that I’m lazy about putting on sunscreen?! Damn these pocket robots!
Right, I need to start using moisturiser. Like, yesterday. Actually, scratch that. I need to *buy* moisturiser. And apply it every moment of every day.
Quick, me as a baby. It can’t be worse. Nope, I was wrong. I look like like a puffy marshmallow alien. Like I’ve had more plastic surgery than the entire Kardashian family combined.
Now for the big finale… BOY TIME. Wait, that’s me as a boy?! Like, if different sperm had been a little faster, that’s what I would have looked like?
AH, weird! I look like my brother… but… also nothing like him. Maybe I look American? Or Russian? I definitely look like my name is Dave. Or Paul. I look like I have a generic four letter boy name.
…is it weird that I find boy me kinda hot? Or does that make me a raving, obsessive narsissist?
Meh, who cares. Boy me is definitely hot.
Now, time to share!
Maybe… maybe I’ll just try one more selfie. And try to look less old.