Every morning, while I brushed my teeth in front of my bathroom mirror, I noticed two crooked teeth.
Some days they bothered me more than others. One on the top was beginning to overlap with one of my front teeth, and one on the bottom was being pushed back by those around it.
At least once a week the thought flew through my head, “I’ll do something about that one day…”
It wasn’t the end of the world. I’d never notice crooked teeth in anyone else, and think that generally we’re all probably a little preoccupied with how we look. But – if I’m honest – they annoyed me, and I knew the nature of teeth. If they’re crowding, they don’t get better, they get worse.