“Don’t smile so much” she said, screwing her face in disgust. “You look funny.”
“Well… I like how I am, I like how I smile… if you don’t like it don’t look” I shot back.
Heat spread from my neck, all over my face and got trapped in my hair, I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.
I’m 32 years old now, I don’t smile in photos, and whenever smile with people I find myself wondering… do I disgust them with my gummy smile. I was 15 back then, it was never mentioned to me before or after…. Yet it has haunted me since. It only took a few seconds…
Apples and Kinks 