Upon finding out I still had baby teeth, my friend Josh commented that I was like a scary, scary, arachnid or shark that should be featured on Shark Week. Thank you, Josh.
I have to walk around with gaping holes in my mouthage for who knows how long before they decide to put the (pink) braces on. This is the 2nd most terrifying part for me. The first most terrifying part is obvs the being knocked out and having 5 or 6 teeth, some of which have been with me since birth, removed from my skull. The Boyfriend volunteered to take me to and from this dental massacre.
Coming in at third place is not having my fangs any more. They have become a serious part of my identity, at least on sites wherein they ask what the first thing people notice about me is. I guess now it will have to be my giant ass. That's not going anywhere.