The Irony

Saw someone yesterday that I hadn't seen in almost a year and half.

"So you had jaw surgery. What did they do?"

"I don't want to tell you." I half-joked to avoid the gory details, and we moved on to other subjects.

Was telling a friend about this just now. She said, "You could just direct him to your blog." "Oh no, that's too personal." I responded, then laughed - "Too personal for someone I know to read, but not too personal for random strangers online who are also going through the same experience." Now THAT's ironic.

But you know what I mean.

Updated on Jan. 17th - Mary commented:

"I think it's human nature not to want to expose to much to someone whom we might feel more vulnerable to. There is a certain appeal to anonymity, don't you think? M"

Yes, that's exactly it. You summed it up perfectly. Sigh. Thanks Mary.

Grateful

Did a lot of research on orthognathic surgeries on Google this morning. One website caught my eye when they said that when you first find out from your orthodontist that 1. yes, something IS wrong with your jaws and 2. yes, there IS something you can do to fix it - it is an overwhelming feeling. Yet, we should thank God because lots of people live their entire lives knowing they have a problem, but can't articulate it, or find a solution for it. In that sense, I am very fortunate, indeed.

My dentists have always said I have "beautiful teeth". Ironic, isn't it, that I'd never felt proud of them? Not that I'd purse my lips in photos, but boy, I always knew, if there's one thing I could change about my physical appearance, my face would be it - the profile, especially. Wouldn't you say that's a pretty big deal? My FACE. Not my ankles, or my tummy, or my breasts. But, my face. Our faces are our IDs in this world. I am, yes, grateful, that things turned out the way they did and I was given the opportunity to make an improvement and boost my self-esteem. Thank you, God.