I’ve always had wonky teeth. For as long as I can remember, I’ve hated them, been self conscious about them and would never smile for a photograph and knowingly show them.
So about 2 years ago, I got to thinking, ‘I can do something about this’ (with the help of an orthodontist, of course). Although I’d been offered braces as a child, I didn’t want to go through the trauma and potential for bullying at what was a delicate age. Plus I was petrified of the dentist at the best of times. I was now older, wiser and bit more brave, so off I went, searching the internet, trying to find a good local orthodontist with 2 criteria: 1. that they had done work on adults and 2. they had a satisfactory website – I have to critique their website, that’s what I do, how can I trust someone with my teeth if their website’s really bad? (I know there’s no logic to that as it’s probably not the same person building the website that fits your braces, but I guess it comes down to perceived credibility and the geek within;))
Anyway, orthodontist selected, I made the necessary appointments, had 3 teeth pulled to make room and had the braces fitted. After an hour and a half in the orthodontist’s chair, he sat me upright and handed me the mirror. ‘How does that feel?’ he asked. Firstly, I was in shock. I’d seen the stock images of models smiling happily with their braces and perfectly straight white teeth and I thought that I’d look like that too (ok looking back I can see I may have been a little naive). But, no! Instead I get a rail disaster right inside my mouth! Train tracks twisted and mangled in all directions. All I could think was ‘What have you done? They’re not straight!’
After a moment or two to adjust, I could see that the braces were in fact straight, it was my teeth that weren’t, but on the plus side, I thought, this is the worst they’re going to look; it can only get better!
Wearing the braces wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Everyone kept saying how brave I was, but I didn’t feel particularly brave. As strange as it sounds, I actually looked forward to having them adjusted as I could see the progress.
So, after 14 months, the time had come to remove the fixed brace and reveal the teeth! This was the first time I had been nervous going to the Orthodontist. I knew the procedure for removing them wasn’t going to be pleasant, and I was right! Although it was over very quickly, for which I am grateful!
After fixing a retaining wire to the back of my top and bottom front teeth, the pads were then removed and the glue removed from the teeth.
So, was it worth it? Definitely. It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, but the end result means I have ‘normal’ teeth. I can smile without shame and brush my teeth properly – what more could a girl want?