Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, lived a little girl with crooked teeth and a slight overbite. Now, to be honest, her teeth weren’t terribly crooked and her overbite barely noticeable, but each time the little girl looked in the mirror, all she saw was those horrible teeth.
Over the years, in the mind’s eye of that little girl, those teeth grew worse and worse, turning from a whimsical smile into a leering snaggle-toothed witch’s grimace and soon that little girl started covering her smile with her hand or didn’t smile at all. It was very sad.
She begged and pleaded with her parents to have her smile fixed. Day in and day out, she cried. It was unrelenting and finally her parents agreed and made an appointment with the local orthodontist.
After careful consideration, the orthodontist conceded that yes, the slight overbite could possibly hinder her ability to chew properly and thus impede the digestion of her food.
Braces for the little girl were agreed upon by all and they were sent home to await the big day.
Now, dear readers, we must bear in mind that the braces that the little girl coveted where in an era long before the wondrous invention of Invisalign, and when she left the orthodontist’s office on that fateful day, it was with a mouthful of metal, tiny little rubber bands and a block of beeswax.
Ah the price the little girl paid for her beautiful smile! Her mouth ached and ached and just when it began to get comfortable, it was time to return to the orthodontist to have them adjusted and the pain began yet again. She began to wonder if the doctor was in fact in cahoots with the sadists from the Spanish Inquisition and in her dreams wielded a huge pair of pliers that she used to tighten braces in the doctor’s own mouth.
From time to time, a wire would snap, causing everywhere in her mouth it touched to bleed, and she would have to mold a tiny bit of beeswax to place over the broken end until the orthodontist could fix it for her.
Many times, the little girl looked into the mirror and contemplated snipping those nasty wires off with toenail clippers, but fearing the wrath of her father, did not.
In due time, her teeth were pronounced as good as they were going to get and off came the hated braces! It was as if the sun had reappeared from behind the clouds after a rainy day! She could chew gum again! She no longer heard the taunts of “metal mouth” from her classmates. She could smile again, and life was good!
Have you ever worn braces? I’d love to hear about your experience with them. Please leave a comment below and tell me about it!