Smile, Young Girl Smile!!! (Day 1: POA cont)

Well technically this would be day 3...I couldn't blog yesterday because I no longer have internet service. The service that I was bumming for the past year is now gone. I guess the person moved out. So now I have to come to campus to blog. Bluuuuur....

Anywho! On to the next part of Day 1's blogging adventure, as I said yesterday I would dedicate the next blog to something that I found beautiful about myself. So hello pearly whites!!! Yes folks, I have a beautiful smile. This is something that I've heard pretty much all my life and have learned to take a level of comfort in. I'm not sure if it's my white teeth or the way my face lights up when I smile but something about it moves people to comment on it.



Now I haven't been number one in oral care but I try to keep my teeth relatively white. Which part of me thinks it's not hard because I'm so dark. (Ignorant to say, I know) But I feel as though if I put on a white suit or dress my teeth may not come up to par. But MOST people have that problem. If not, people wouldn't be out buying whitening strips! So the whiteness of my teeth isn't really a thorn in my side. I'm just glad that they're of a presentable color :)

My teeth also lie a little bit. People always comment on how straight my teeth look when in all actuality they aren't. I love this about my teeth!! My bottom set of teeth is actually compacted; one tooth sits forward from the rest. But unless I open my mouth and hold my head down you would never really notice. At least I don't think. But even if you did I wouldn't care because when the camera flash goes off they look white and straight.

So who can I pay homage to, genetically, for my teeth? My DADDY! We both have relatively straight teeth and I didn't really need braces. I only got them because my mom was scared that the one compacted tooth would turn. And to be honest that still may be a possibility but we'll cross that bridge IF we get there. Sadly I wouldn't have to worry about that now if I hadn't throw my retainer away at McDonald's and declined on telling my mother that I did so for the SECOND time. (As you can see I was a VERY responsible teenager) I lucked out because she's never asked about the whereabouts of my retainer to this day. But she probably knows I lost it a long time ago. O_o

If it's not the straightness of my teeth or the whiteness of them that makes people comment then the only thing left could be the joy in my smile. When I'm happy, I'm happy. And sometimes I can feel the happiness oozing out of my smile. And, as my mother would say, I have a superwoman complex. Everyone, everywhere should be having a good day and if not I see as my job to make it happen. When you smile, I smile. When you cry, I crack a joke or encourage you until you smile. Smiling is usually the precursor to laughing and if I can get you close to that then you might start feeling an endorphin drive!! Ha! This blog reminds me of a song my mother sung to me when I became sad as a little girl. I think I'll post it at the bottom.

Anyway, I love smiling. I love how infectious it is. I love the happiness that is connected to it. I love MY smile, which is a part of ME =D

~*~ The Song :) ~*~
So smile, young girl smile
And the whole smiles with you
Smile, young girl smile
Whenever you're skies are blue

No matter if it's sunny or it's rainy
No matter if you're up or down it's easy to
Just smile, young girl smile
Because the whole world smiles with you!!!

J'liv