When I smile the sunlight sparkles and gleams against the background of my teeth. It doesn't care that they're crooked, it shines upon them anyway, because what is its business with my teeth. They add no value to the suns cause, so why should it care.

When I laugh I snort like a pig. The boisterous noise fills the whole room and people turn around and stare, but still, the joy does not depart away from me, no it hugs me tighter. For it cares not of what others think.

When you smile, the sun still sparkles against the background of your perfect teeth. It doesn't care that they are straight and white. What business does the sun have with your teeth, they add no value to its cause so why should it care.

When you laugh, the melodious tune of your laughter floats across the room and people turn around and stare in awe, but still, the joy does not depart from you, no it clings onto you with all its mind. For why should it be intimidated by the stares of others.

As the sun is impartial in its judgement, so should we be too. For true beauty has no business in looking down on another.