At this point, I don’t think it’s a secret. Though why I haven’t addressed it here on the ol’ blog, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s my routine of addressing everything else before myself? Or because I was nervous what everyone would think of me? I’ve had a few different reactions to my donning of braces as an adult, especially by those that knew me in middle school, when I had my first round of brace-face. Some have been congratulatory, some made me feel awful, and even one or two went for their orthodontic consult after seeing me get mine. But my story of WHY I got adult braces is a little different.
Just as I said before, I had braces as a middle schooler. 2+ years of rubber bands, headgear, retainers and wax-covered brackets. The reason I’m up against braces after that whole ordeal is that I have giant rabbit teeth and a tiny little kid head. The two don’t fit together. So even with permanent retainers, my giant teeth were shifting. It got to the point that it bothered me a little bit. Enough to ask a recommendation from the dentist and sit on that piece of paper for TWO YEARS.
Eventually, my husband said enough. Get thee to the orthodontist or toss the paper. So I went, and heard her plan. Pull four teeth, add braces for 12-18 months and you’ll be good FOREVER. Hmmmm. pull four teeth, you say? Not sure about that at all. When I ran the plan by my mom, she sighed. Apparently, my middle school ortho had said there was a 50/50 chance pulling four bicuspids could fix my overcrowding problem. But with such an even chance, my mom didn’t want to take the chance on pulling four perfectly good teeth at such a young age. After all, I still had some growing to do, right?
Apparently my head is still too small…. so I elected to move forward. I had metal brackets and a wire slapped on after a week with spacers (HIGHLY painful headaches that are WORSE than braces) and there was no turning back.
This is the last picture of me with all my teeth…. I’ve since had the four pulled out (yes, the tooth fairy came to visit!!) and have healed up nicely. I’ve even had my second wire put on to start yanking everyone into permanent position.
But I wasn’t sure about everything at first. The first month or so, braces will RIP the inside of your mouth to shreds. I spend most of that time covered in various balls of wax (Note: that should not go down the sink drain unless you want a massive clog) and popping Advil. The first time our family was in a picture, I panicked about smiling. Should I smile? Resting B face? A smirk? Ugh. Just go for it. Own it. Grab my applesauce and mac and cheese and the self behind the braces. I smiled through the wax, and I’m glad I did. I look happier than not.
Good friends help. I’ve had two friends go for consultations, one actually GET braces (GO GIRL!!) and only one ask me, “why would you do that to yourself? As an adult?” Because it will make me feel better about myself in the long run. And I’ve got many many more years ahead of me with a better smile. 🙂 A year will fly by before I know it, and then I’ll be snagging new headshots and smiling harder than I ever have. So, go ahead, ask me about my braces; I’ll gladly tell you everything I can, and smile for a picture with you.