My dentist wants me to get braces. Apparently I have 'a substantial overbite' and need help. My response? Oh, heck no! I am not humble enough to do that. I have major props to people who are, but I can't. Just can't.
He's not the first dentist to tell me this. A year ago another one said I had 'quite an overbite' but it was okay because boys think it's cute.
My left front tooth sticks out. When I wear lipstick, it usually ends up on it. I never noticed how crooked it was until a guy named James was talking to me, looked at me funny, and said, "You're tooth sticks out."
That tooth that sticks out? It's dead. The root is completely dead. The dentist thinks it's because I hit it when I was younger. He told me it must have been a pretty hard blow to the mouth to cause it to die. I have no recollection of this.
I'm thinking I was abused and suppressed the memories. Just kidding. I would have remembered punching someone back.
The tooth not only sticks out, but the dead root makes it look discolored and I cringe whenever I see it in the mirror.
But I smile. All the time. I can't help it. I was designed to.
That's the lesson I learned about my smile: it may not be perfect, but life isn't either, yet I want to smile anyway.
Well, enough about me...
Tell me about your smile!
(And thank you for all your kind words from yesterday's post. Your support keeps this blog going!)