I got my braces off today. A year and six months, wow.
To be honest, I don't really like it. I didn't mind my crooked teeth, and they weren't even bad. I wish I'd never gotten braces, but my mom forced me. Honestly, she's so obsessed with me having god damn perfect teeth. I think she's living vicariously through me because she never had braces or something. It's total bullshit.
The two pictures on the right are after braces. Bottom left is before, and top left is with. There's barely even a difference. What the hell was the point of filling my mouth with metal for a year and a half?!!!! Wtfffffffff
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The Journal of a Young Trans Boy
RandomI've seen lots of people with things like these, so I figured I would make one too. It seems to help sometimes. I'll include happy events too, though, so this won't just be me complaining about shiz. Just a way to get to know my every day life a bit...
