Wanna fight about it?
Yesterday I was at the gym (which I have been frequenting! Yay!). All was normal. Except at some point during my eliptical machine workout I cut my bottom lip on my bottom braces. You see, there are these little hooks on a couple of the brackets where the elastics will eventually clip too and they tend to get caught on my lip (think vampire fang protruding). I could taste the blood, as one might when they break lip skin, but thought nothing of it because the saliva tends to just neutralize the blood/color of it all. So I thought.
I finished my hour long work out only to go to the locker room and see that my top braces (clear brackets and elastics) are encrusted covered besmeared in blood. It looked like I had just been punched in the face by Mike Tyson a couple hundred times. You know that part in Fight Club where the Narrator (Edward Norton’s character) smiles at his boss and blood comes pouring out? Well, ok, it wasn’t that bad, but pretty close - and way more than is expected to come out of a normal woman’s face on a given normal day.
From now on I shall walk around with boxing gloves on so people just think I am a super bad a** female boxer instead of a dorky twenty-something with braces that cut my face up.
Lastly, here is a female boxer coloring page for your child-like (not child-ish) amusement.
