The battle with and over my teeth has existed for as long as I can remember.
My parents were very proactive and got me into an orthodontist's office pretty young. I might have been 10 or 12. Either way, it was before any of my friends were getting braces and I didn't want to be the first. So, I flat out refused. Looking back, I should have done it then, but when you're at that age, you don't have the foresight to realize that. Needless to say, my parents weren't thrilled and tried just about every approach to talk me into it -- bribery, threats, getting coaches to talk me into it, yelling, trying to counsel me over my assumed fear, etc. The more that they tried, the more that I dug my heels in and refused.
Well, by the time that my friends were getting braces and I would have been willing, the line was drawn and I wasn't giving in. Over the years, my mother in particular has been pretty cruel about it -- I'd be beautiful if I got my teeth fixed, I won't meet a guy unless I do, etc. Almost to prove them wrong, I graduated from University, got a good job, and got engaged (well, and then unengaged... beside the point) all with crooked teeth.
This March I turned 30. I'm not sure whether it was turning 30 or that I'd been thinking about it for a while, but I finally decided to take the plunge for Invisalign. I need to round up some before photos. I had the impressions done in late March, and got the first set of trays 15 days ago. I'll copy a post from my personal blog next.
I'm doing this blog mostly to help others that are thinking of getting Invisalign, but also so that I can see how I'm progressing. Wish me luck.
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