All I want for Christmas is my new straight teeth (thanks to lingual braces)
They may not be a fashion accessory, but your teeth do make a helluva difference to your fashion mojo. My teeth had always been a source of self consciousness; when I was a kid, my denist happily extracted a couple of them to correct my overbite, furnishing me with a (removable) brace (that I never wore – I was an impessionable 11 year-old with a growing interest in boys; do you blame me?)
As a result, my sizeable overbite and gappy gnashers came with me into adulthood, and always made me wince when I saw photos. My smile was fine absolutely straight on, but the side view was not pretty, with two gaping holes and a bit fat “buck”.
And it was a photo (above – where I’d never seen them looking so goofy and the gaps so obvious), taken at my friend’s hen party, that made me realise I finally wanted to do something about them….
|You might say my teeth were “prominent”|
|With El in summer 2009: “Mind the gap, Mum”|
|During the treatment: It don’t look pretty on the inside, but it sure does the trick|
|Just before the braces were whipped off and I was feeling very chuffed with the smile (not the loony expression, though)|
|Gaps all gone|
|What next? Whitening or Botox???|
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