God my teeth are crooked. Haphazard. The front two teeth stare back at me like a motorway chevron. The first time I noticed this wasn’t from a mirror though. It was a banana. The imprint of my bite was like Batman’s logo but instead of in the Gotham sky it sat well-like in the flesh of a fresh banana.

Does it matter?

I’m self conscious of smiling but that never stops me laughing. It’s nice to see my genuine smile in the mirror because I think if I was someone else, I’d want to have a laugh with me.