so my sister pointed out that my teeth are yellow, which is something i have been generally aware of for the past year because of the above photo but which i have also generally not cared about
note please too that this is the worst photo taken of me in recent memory
this photo (and others from this day at my dad’s wedding) has been one of few food sources for my body dysmorphia over the past year, singlehandedly causing me to reject all sleeveless shirts and dresses and in fact causing me to wonder whether i shouldn’t just wear long-sleeved shirts year-round. it has forced me to start contouring my fucking jaw and cheekbones obsessively (it should be noted that i already have an average but prominent jaw line so w/e). it has urged me to start using crazy-volumizing hair products on the reg. it has urged me to rethink my whole makeup thing and what colors i am “allowed” to wear (according to myself).
really, the problem is that i just shouldn’t let people who are bad at taking photos photograph me~
or i should learn how to pose my fucking head and body, but it’s difficult learning how to do that when you’re short…or when you have no awareness of your own body because you spend most of your time trying to disengage from corporeal existence yey
oh but the point of this whole post is that my teeth are yellow and i got some optic white toothpaste that i hope will cure me of this utterly superficial problem that i’ve never cared about before