Something I wrote:
"I remember this kid threw this ice cream bar at my face just for the fuck of it. The amount of humiliation and shame I felt just for having a space in between my two front teeth was something beyond the scope of my comprehension. So this infinite loop of thought forms in my mind, that I'm not good enough because I don't look like kid X or kid Y and I have this fucking gap in between teeth. 'No matter what you do, you'll always be a gap toothed freak.' One kid said. So I have literally perpetuated this belief my whole life. Sure, I got braces, and when I did people really did treat me differently. I'm suddenly more attractive and accepted. It doesn't matter though, because in my head I'm not good enough, I'm not good looking enough, and I don't have that confidence. Then, at the age of 26 it hits me like a ton of bricks: I am not defined by how I look, I am defined by the actions I take, I am defined by my willingness to help others, and I am defined by my soul. I am a lover, not a fighter, a wolf, not a sheep, and I am goddamned proud that I have a gap in between my teeth. I have never smiled so much in my entire life until the past two months. This is me, this is who I am, and I love who I am becoming."