I haaaatttteee the dentist. There are few places that you can go to and be made to feel embarrassed about a body part you didn't even know existed ("you said my medrials were what, bitch?"). Having said that, I still go for two reasons. One, I rate personal hygene more important than an afternoon of uncomfort. Second, and more importantly, I have a hot dentist. My sweatervest keeps me warm in the refrigerated waiting room and I can stash my free toothbrush and floss in one of the many pockets of my purse. To top it off: my apple clock necklace---to show that I am serious about eating healthily---but mostly that I want to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
Forever 21 necklace