I Feel Like A 13 Year Old Again:

Before:

(I tried to pull my lips back to give you the full effect....)

After:

Hey-girl-hey! Wink! Wink!

I'm fixing my grill for my birthday gift this year. Happy Birthday to me (in a week). I finally did it. In 18 months they will be off! In the last year I had made 2 separate appointments to get them done and canceled both of them because braces aren't a necessity and If I got them, I would be selfish for spending the money on myself for something so unnecessary. People have always said to me, "Your teeth give you character! Don't get braces!" I really didn't want them to "give me character" though. I've never liked my smile and Dustin always wants me to really smile instead of doing my fake little grin smile where I don't show my teeth because I don't like them.... Now I won't have a reason not to really smile.

AHHHHH! Seriously-scary....

No matter how you slice it or dice it, they're just not that attractive, but I'm going to rock my new metal anyway. Dustin's such a perv though. He was totally joking and being sarcastic, but the other night when we finally made the decision together for me to get the braces, he's all, "You can get your braces, that's fine, but your metal better not mess up my gear..." Perv. That's the biggest of his concerns. Only a man. I sure got a good laugh though. He cracks me up. I like that he let me make this choice for myself and supported me. I like that he said that straighter teeth aren't going to make a bit of difference for him. It's not going to make me any more beautiful in his eyes, but if it helps give me more confidence, I should do it.

{I feel pretty with my pink bands on and my mouth full of metal.}