By Gianna Campos
I’m a woman // Phenomenally. // Phenomenal woman, // That’s me. - Maya Angelou.
Though I do believe this with all of me, sometimes I forget to remind myself.
And what is it that could ever make me forget my worth? My biggest insecurity: my teeth.
It’s no secret my teeth are crooked. They’re not slightly crooked to where people could overlook them. No, they’re completely jacked, and I hate it. I know what you’re thinking: “well then just get braces,” but that’s very much easier said than done. I can’t afford braces, so I have to deal with these teeth everyday until I can.
I didn’t always hate my teeth. There was actually a good year and a half where I stopped caring completely about them and would show my smile off like no tomorrow. I don’t know when that changed, but it did. And it sort of seems like I won’t learn to love my smile again until I get braces. Which is actually funny because I think I have a beautiful smile. It’s my teeth, themselves, that are my problem.
I want to say that I’m on a smooth path of self-love and have made immense progress, but that would be a lie. It’s taken me two and a half years to just be able to post photos of myself smiling again. It’s hard to keep reminding myself of just how phenomenal I am, but I’m doing it. I have to. The only goal in my mind is to reach that point of self-love that I had four years ago and never let it leave me again.
I’m a woman // phenomenally, and I no longer want to let my teeth make me forget that.
I’m a woman // Phenomenally. // Phenomenal woman, // That’s me. - Maya Angelou.
Though I do believe this with all of me, sometimes I forget to remind myself.
And what is it that could ever make me forget my worth? My biggest insecurity: my teeth.
It’s no secret my teeth are crooked. They’re not slightly crooked to where people could overlook them. No, they’re completely jacked, and I hate it. I know what you’re thinking: “well then just get braces,” but that’s very much easier said than done. I can’t afford braces, so I have to deal with these teeth everyday until I can.
I didn’t always hate my teeth. There was actually a good year and a half where I stopped caring completely about them and would show my smile off like no tomorrow. I don’t know when that changed, but it did. And it sort of seems like I won’t learn to love my smile again until I get braces. Which is actually funny because I think I have a beautiful smile. It’s my teeth, themselves, that are my problem.
I want to say that I’m on a smooth path of self-love and have made immense progress, but that would be a lie. It’s taken me two and a half years to just be able to post photos of myself smiling again. It’s hard to keep reminding myself of just how phenomenal I am, but I’m doing it. I have to. The only goal in my mind is to reach that point of self-love that I had four years ago and never let it leave me again.
I’m a woman // phenomenally, and I no longer want to let my teeth make me forget that.