My original post for today was going to be regarding
writer's block, but as of 12:30 this afternoon, my mood changed. I will touch on writer's block tomorrow.
Today, I am going to talk about smiling.
Smiling is a very simple thing. It is common and, for the
most part, the universal expression of happiness. It only takes about 12
muscles to form a smile. Simple. Easy. But what happens when you don’t like
your smile?
I haven’t liked my smile since 2007 when I noticed a cavity
beginning to eat away at a front tooth. Dental work in Ontario is not covered
under OHIP and unless you have insurance through work, it is expensive. I’ve
already spent about $600 out of my own pocket on dental work and I still have
more work to be done. Thankfully, my dentist allows payment plans, which is
helpful when you have a job that doesn’t let you work, but that’s another
story. The fact is, I haven’t actually I smiled
in photos since 2007. That’s six years’ worth of photographs with tightly
closed-lipped smiles. My profile photo is how I have smiled for six years. Now,
I can actually smile like I mean it.
See? I haven't been able to do that in six long years.
My smile, or lack thereof, affected my self-esteem
tremendously. People would tell me to smile properly, but to me, a proper smile
made my appearance less appealing. I mean, who wants to show off a cavity that
has eaten away half of a tooth? I certainly didn’t. My smile was horrible and
my confidence in myself took a swan dive. My esteem and confidence has taken hits,
in truth, since 2003 when I was cheated on for the first time and kicked to the
curb when I didn’t give that boyfriend what he wanted. Three more cheating
boyfriends have followed; four out of my total six relationships ended with me
being kicked to the curb and has wrecked my confidence. But now, I have a real
smile, though I do have to re-learn how to do it. The act of smiling hasn’t
been performed in years and the art of it has nearly been forgotten.
My next goal in life is to re-learn how to smile again. It
has become a lost art to me, a lost art that I need to find and master. This
might take me a while to do, but I will eventually do it. I might need a little
bit of help and support along the way, but it will be done.
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