I love grins. I can’t help it, I fall in love with wide, teethy grins. Preferably they’re slightly creepy too. This might explain my love for both Cheshire Cat and The Joker…
When I was younger, I always made sure I never showed my teeth when I smiled for a photo. I had the bizarre idea my teeth were ugly and I would look ridiculous if I showed them; this resulting in awkward toothless-closed-lips-smiling on school photos. For me, a grin was a sign of confidence, something I had little to none of in primary school. Especially when the grin in question looks slightly creepy and off, I love it. I believe that is because having a weird smile and still not being scared to show it is to me a proof you are okay with who you are.
These days, I grin a lot. It may sound strange, but I am quite okay with who I am now. Not as okay as I used to be, but far from as not-okay as I was long before that. It’s a bit in the middle. And really… life is too ridiculous not to laugh about it. Show me your teeth 😀