My last visit to the dentist culminated with the doctor’s assertion that I needed a mouth guard. My jaws have been working overtime, you see, clenching with such intensity that you can see the muscles flex through my cheeks, and with greater presentation than any of the muscle groups I’ve sought to intentionally tone. The wear and tear on my molars was what got the dentist's attention; mine was piqued the minute I noticed the chips incurred along the edges of my front teeth, only a few of which could be attributed to moments of genius like this:
The B+X Club
The B+X Club
The B+X Club
My last visit to the dentist culminated with the doctor’s assertion that I needed a mouth guard. My jaws have been working overtime, you see, clenching with such intensity that you can see the muscles flex through my cheeks, and with greater presentation than any of the muscle groups I’ve sought to intentionally tone. The wear and tear on my molars was what got the dentist's attention; mine was piqued the minute I noticed the chips incurred along the edges of my front teeth, only a few of which could be attributed to moments of genius like this: