I recently got in a spot of bother on Facebook for taking a casual swipe at the amount of pouty profile pics on my friends’ feeds. Although it was totally tongue-in-cheek, my status got some 100 comments, with a couple of people suggesting I was “unfairly judging” and “damaging (their) self-esteem”. It did (eventually) blow over with only a handful of acquaintances sending me to Blockdom, but nevertheless, it has me wondering just when a traditional smile went so out of Vogue.
Having recently polled a few particularly pouty mates, “not liking their teeth” is the most common reason given for all the Blue Steel poses. All of them have teeth, yet they claim they’re not white or straight enough to be Tinder-worthy. This, despite the fact I’ve had numerous night’s out with these ladies, and they’ve never looked more sexy than when they’re laughing.
Don’t get me wrong, I can see their point. With all these naff filters making the rounds, it’s far easier to take a pouty pic nowadays, than it is to take something natural. It’s a trend I’ve deliberately resisted, despite some anxiety over my own teeth. Thankfully my views seem to be shared by the majority of men out there as my aforementioned post was given the thumbs up by 100% of male respondents.
Like most people in their thirties, I’m paranoid about the colour of my teeth. Although I don’t drink tea or coffee, having vowed to never drink white wine again, and switched to red, my gnashers are now decidedly less Hollywood, and more Dallas. Yet as I have sensitive teeth, the thought of bleaching them frightens me, and given the state of our finances, Craig is almost certain to leave me if I nipped to Harley Street to have them laser-whitened. (… I’m saving this particular “can I have…” until he slips a ring on my finger!).
I’m also not a massive fan of my two front teeth. I think they stick out a little, and are wider and longer than the rest of them. I’m pretty sure this can be corrected via a few cosmetic appointments, but again, until my wedding day, I can cope with the quirkiness of them. Hey, if it’s good enough for Madonna, right?
So am I just more blasé about my appearance than my mates? Or maybe I’m just more comfortable in my own skin. Or maybe, just maybe, my teeth aren’t that bad.
I don’t want people to think I’m not an advocate of cosmetic dentistry. Far from it. In fact, one of those big front teeth I’m not so keen on, well it’s a crown. Yep, due to an alcohol-fuelled misadventure in my teens, I once famously sat on a picnic bench so heftily it flipped up and whacked me full frontal in the face. Thankfully, a quick emergency call to Daddy for some cash the next morning saw me pounding my mobile for a cosmetic dentist to fix my cracked tooth that day.
The whole experience opened my eyes to the miracles that dentists perform day in and day out. We’d all be forgiven for thinking that when a tooth decays, cracks or slips out of alignment, that little can be done. After all, we all know someone who seems beyond redemption. But the sheer quality and availability of dental services out there today, means no smile can’t be fixed or transformed. My wishlist may still be just that, but when I win the lottery, I’m booking myself into the dentist’s chair, getting a boob reduction, and hiring a personal trainer the very next day.
Yet still, Facebook is full of lies. We turn to our best side, avoid anything below the shoulders to hide those pesky lbs we’ve put on, and keep our mouths closed. Turn on some Disney-esque filter and we have flower halos above our heads, our eyes and lashes have been enlarged some 20%, and a cute animal nose sits atop ours. I struggle to make out who half my friends on Facebook are thanks to Snapchat filters!
So I’m sticking by my guns. I’m not judging anyone, it’s not my place to tell you what you post to Facebook, Instagram or anywhere else. But I’m bringing smiles back. Big, wide, eye-creasing smiles. My smile, that is unique to me. So no one, even when I eventually change my surname to Craig’s, won’t know who I am, and just how happy I am being me.
What do you guys think? Partial to the odd pout? Let me know in the comments
xxx ‘Til next time! xx