When in doubt, just assume I’m smiling
MISS SMILING. I DON’T MISS IT IN THE INSPIRATIONAL poster “the whole world smiles with me” way. I don’t miss it, as another poster says, because I can no longer “intimidate those who wish to destroy me.” I don’t miss it because “happiness looks gorgeous on me,” although I did put in three very formative years of hard time in the orthodontia trenches—20 months of braces and six retainers—so it looks at least marginally better than it
