Don't Be a Bish, Win a Fish

A story of grit."Five years ago, I chipped my tooth on a Twizzler.It was Halloween, and like Valentine’s and Easter, I was on an all-you-can-eat bender.Putting in late-night reps on a pack of licorice, I stretch each piece between my front teeth, gnawing off chunk after chunk. Everything is routine until I feel something inside my strawberry paste. It’s grainy. It’s rough. It doesn’t belong.With wild, sugared eyes, I make the exec decision to swallow the pearly grit.Out of an abundance of caution, I perform an oral safety check. Slowly, I run my tongue along my upper deck. That’s when I encounter a disturbance.My front tooth feels like a crumpled piece of aluminum."For the full read, head to: https://www.backtoshameless.com/