I went with my sister to get braces today. I re-lived all of my own horrific experiences over the course of 3 metal-mouth years and cringed as she sat up and said, "Well, that didn't hurt!"
Gritting my own teeth, I smiled, nodded my head like the wise old sister should, and thought to myself, you just wait. Wai
t until your teeth start shifting in your mouth. Wait until you go for the bi-monthly tightening. Wait. Wait.
They have these new and improved braces out that are just metal without the color. Apparently they are smaller and more compact, but I couldn't tell the difference. They still take up the whole tooth. They still sport the same wires and brackets and goofy, more metal less enamel smile.
Can you tell I despised my brace-face years? I had rubber bands that attached from the top bracket to the bottom. I also wore ugly glasses that took up too much of my face, bifocals that made my eyes ten sizes too big, and I think those were also the years that boys started to matter. Braces were not the worst of my troubles back then, but they added to the nice little compilation I had going.
Now. Now I rub my tongue across my teeth and always smile way more than I should, if only to prove that my living hell is now over. I grew up.
I watched from the driver's seat mirror as my sister ran her tongue from one end of her mouth to the other in sheer fascination. She did this for a half hour straight.
You just wait, I told her. Although the words never left my lips, she looked up and smiled at me. Just wait.
Gritting my own teeth, I smiled, nodded my head like the wise old sister should, and thought to myself, you just wait. Wai
t until your teeth start shifting in your mouth. Wait until you go for the bi-monthly tightening. Wait. Wait. They have these new and improved braces out that are just metal without the color. Apparently they are smaller and more compact, but I couldn't tell the difference. They still take up the whole tooth. They still sport the same wires and brackets and goofy, more metal less enamel smile.
Can you tell I despised my brace-face years? I had rubber bands that attached from the top bracket to the bottom. I also wore ugly glasses that took up too much of my face, bifocals that made my eyes ten sizes too big, and I think those were also the years that boys started to matter. Braces were not the worst of my troubles back then, but they added to the nice little compilation I had going.
Now. Now I rub my tongue across my teeth and always smile way more than I should, if only to prove that my living hell is now over. I grew up.
I watched from the driver's seat mirror as my sister ran her tongue from one end of her mouth to the other in sheer fascination. She did this for a half hour straight.
You just wait, I told her. Although the words never left my lips, she looked up and smiled at me. Just wait.
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