I'm so ashamed of my missing teeth
I try not to smile, or look straight at anyone, or speak too loudly. I don't date. I don't go to job interviews anymore.
When I had insurance, I had great teeth. Eighteen years later, I'm down 6. I get an abscess, deal with the pain for a couple months, and if it doesn't stop have the tooth pulled.
With no hope of getting money or insurance in the future the cycle will just continue.
And the horrible things people say. I've been accused of drugs, fighting, and laziness.
Sometimes I'd rather be dead than lose another tooth.