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Thursday, July 22, 2010

My Teeth's Story



I have had an underbite from since I can remember. I never smiled with my teeth, just because there wasn't really a smile there. That, or it looked really awkward and just not right, so it didn't happen.

What I had was a slight underbite which closed behind my bottom teeth when my mouth was shut, making my bottom lip protrude slightly. The furthest I could push my upper teeth above my bottom was just matching.

Did it affect my confidence, no, not really, but it did make school photos pretty hard, especially in my very younger years with the photographers really wanting that teeth-barring cutesy smile of an angelic youth, which they did get, but I wasn't happy about.

I was teased a little about my bottom lip making me looking like a bulldog, though. Luckily, that didn't persist by the particular individual and I can't say it effected me immensely.

My parents didn't exactly see an issue with my teeth as a child, and neither did I. Being very against braces myself, regardless, it didn't cross my mind as an option to even consider. As my mouth grew older, or due to a bad pen sucking habit when I was 11 (which my orthodontist disagrees with as the cause), I developed a crooked upper tooth.

I've also bitten down on a couple of forks in my time, and chipped my bottom right incisor, and another time dented and caused a hairline crack in my left upper and lower incisors.

Times sure did change, and as I got older I became more self-conscious about my insane ability to resist smiling with my teeth, and I always wished I could, and so did my parents and friends. As of recently I also developed a habit of covering my mouth whenever I laughed, which I did not like at all.

I decided to get braces, as an educated and mature individual, because in the end it's really a small sacrifice I'm making for something I've wanted my whole life. With that, I salute to the journey for a perfect smile and hope getting there is something worth it.

A smile is something you should be proud of, showing contentment, joy and laughter, and above all happiness. It is a thing of beauty, not to be shyed away from. I think the window to the soul might actually be found accessed through the mouth, not the eyes. To the beautiful smiles that could be, and will be!