On being constantly criticized for her teeth:
As with so many women, my relationship to the trappings of beauty changes every day. And from the first time I read a tooth criticism online, I developed the habits of the suddenly self-conscious, pursing my lips at inopportune times like I’d just sucked down half a lemon.
What if the whiteness of my new teeth doesn’t match the rest of my face— freckled, uneven, and often makeup-free? Will it be the equivalent of a heavy-handed spray tan on someone who refuses to leave their Maui hotel room? And, perhaps most pressing, how good will this really make me feel?
I feel deeply that it is our differences that unite us; that it is the strange details of our faces that make us so totally human. If the mouth is a third window to the soul, then I want mine to look like someone has punched their way through it in a mad rageI will continue on: beaver-toothed, yellowed, enraging the internet one post at a time with a smile only a mother could love.
… says Lena.