At the beginning of my pro football career, I considered closing up the gap between my front teeth; there was a lot of pressure to be perfect. Instead I made a conscious effort to say, “This is who I am. I’m not perfect and I don’t want to try to be perfect.” Now that gap is as much as part of my identity as the number on the back of my Giants jersey—it’s even part of my Hall of Fame bust (despite everyone telling me not to smile). And I think embracing that imperfection was one of the best things I could ever do for myself and my kids (who wouldn’t recognize me without it).
And today, I think all of the things that make me happy—my kids, my parents, my wonderful friends and colleagues, my crazy dog Enzo, my amazing career—and all I want to do is break out into a big, happy, gap-toothed smile!