I think I may have made peace with my malocclusion, also known as crooked teeth among the general public. I haven't come to this conclusion as of now, but rather a thought that must've been brewing within me as I naturally and gradually no longer thought of getting braces. On one hand, this is a matter that should've been attended to by my parents while I was young, although I can't blame them since they themselves haven't cared for their own. My mother has a dire dentophobia. And on the other hand, as I grew up, I grew out of the idea of fixing up one's physical features through such modifications. But I must be honest: I for sure would have loved to be born with perfect teeth; or at least having had them fixed at a young age. If my wife is also fine with it, I may leave the idea for ever.