Last June when I broke my jaw, I woke up from the surgery minus 8 teeth. Obviously, I couldn't afford to do anything about it but recently I was able to do so. I have my smile back so I don't have to stay all alone with my mouth shut. Although I didn't change at all, the way I was perceived certainly did. Even if social opprobrium didn't affect me, my own self wanted to have them fixed because there aren't many places worth going that don't involve a great smile and a handshake.
Once I made a nice place on my head, I decided to pay it some more attention so I had my hair cut off...well, not all of it, but a LOT of it. I just went from waist to shoulder. I must say, it's adorable. And after a few Biore strips and some new make up, I felt better about myself than I have for years.
I think this may be the year that I find out what the heck I'm doing on this planet. And yes, I'll post a picture. But I just woke up and you understand this wouldn't be the time to do the haircut justice so I'll do it later. Have a great day!