What? You don't see it? It's not glaringly obvious in that picture? Perhaps you're distracted by the adorable tiny human with me. Let's really focus:
There we go! My incredibly disporportioned front teeth! Good God, those are enormous. How are they that much bigger than all the others? I've been self-conscious about them for years. I didn't even want to smile in my senior pictures. I ruined them by refusing to smile and my mom made me have them retaken. I wasn't allowed to leave until I smiled. I've been trying very hard since Grant was born not to hate them. I don't ever want him to hear me making fun of them because there is a chance that he could have teeth just like mine and I wouldn't want him to feel bad about them. But I try to have a sense of humor about it. I could be insecure about the spare tire around my middle - but I can lose weight or about the stretch marks on my stomach - but I prefer to think of those as my pregnancy battle scars. Plus those things can be masked and covered...not my teeth. Nothing I can really do about those. Do you think companies would pay me to advertise on them like they do on those race cars?
(I do know they're not as bad as I'm making them sound. It could be far worse. But, damn, those are some big front teeth.)