Guys, I have a confession. I’ve had a cosmetic procedure. You see, I was once a vampire.
OK, maybe not a vampire of the blood-sucking, glittering skin variety (thankfully). I was actually born with a fang-shaped maxillary lateral incisor. Growing up we always joked around that I was half-vampire. It explained a lot of things, really, like why I was so nocturnal and why I never seemed to age.
Personal photo & evidence of fang
For a long time, I didn’t mind it. In fact, I embraced it as a part of what makes me unique. And it is! When I had my braces removed in high school the dentist asked if I would like to have it capped and I refused. Long live the fang! But over time, especially in my late 20s, I became more and more self-conscious about my fang. I would never give people a big smile in public. I would always have a twinge of self-doubt during conversations. Add to this the fact that I stand in front of 90 teenagers five days a week and I’m sure you can understand why I was becoming more self-conscious. Friends and relatives teased me because I claimed to have a “good” side when taking photos—my left side, the side without the fang. If you scroll through my profile pictures on Facebook, nearly all of them are photos of the left side of my face. It’s actually kind of sad.