I have been having teeth insecurity since I was 12 years old. My teeth was fine before o, until when I went to stay at my aunt’s place with her children. They do attend one mosque that looks exactly like a Celestial; the only difference is that they put on hijab.
So there was a day we went for night vigil, that’s how their Alore (I don’t know the English name), that’s how he came up to me because I was dozing off during night vigil, said that I get evil for mind and need to comot the evil from my body. That’s how he started turning me round and my teeth hit the standing pole that is always inside the mosque. Since then I hate myself, I hate my teeth. Some people stopped talking to me because of my teeth.
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