I did a brave thing today. I booked a consultation with an orthodontist.
This is brave because dentists are the one thing in this world that I fear more than fish. And that is saying something.
The thing is, I hate my smile. It's crooked and horrible and I do a mad gurning thing in photos. I had braces when I was a teenager but well, they didn't work. I have my suspicions about why they didn't work but even the work they did do hasn't lasted.
Two pregnancies and gum softening has caused more damage so I look crap.
I do get the proper, proper jealousy when I see people with nice smiles so after discarding some pictures of me and Joseph in which I'm wonky of smile, I made the consultation appointment - which is in three weeks time. (I'm like WHY CAN'T I HAVE IT NOW?...but anyway)
I may not be able to afford the treatment. They may not be able to offer me treatment. I'm a pansy and if they mention drilling, extraction or anything of that nature then I'll be out of the chair and out of the door quicker than you can say "Smile!" - but at least come June 2, I'll know, one way or the other.
So I'm hoping that this could be the year I transform myself entirely - my weight is reducing, my hair is dyed blonde, I'm doing more exercise and maybe I can sort out the wonky smile.
Won't I be gutted if I'm still ugly after??
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