See that smile above, that unrestrained smile. I’ve felt uncomfortable with it for a long time, like it was defective or something. In addition I actively disliked the gap in my upper incisors, only the fact that it came to me straight from my beloved grandfather (neither of my parents have a gap like mine) prevented me from hating it. I hated the attention it drew from varied quarters, and the fact that it was easy to tell if I’d bitten someone- a story for another day.
So I rarely smiled and when I did it was with closed lips. I laughed a lot though, my laugh can be heard miles away but my smile remained closed. I have tons of pictures with closed lips and dancing eyes, I didn’t want the world to see my dirty secret. Several people told me I had a pretty smile, I’d scoff at them in my mind and wonder why they were that cruel.
Last year I was having a selfie session- I’m an Olympic bronze winning selfie taker, my brother said something that made me smile as I clicked the button. Surprisingly the picture was very good and I finally realised that my unrestrained smile wasn’t that bad.
Today I rediscovered an old dress and took selfies to see if it wasn’t looking terrible or outdated- it’s two years old.
Then I decided to smile a little and the first picture was the result.
This post was borne out of the fact that I’m suffering from writer’s block and I have to update my blog daily this month. I hope you enjoyed my little story in lieu of a post.
Stay blessed everyone.