And a mouth full of metal sets a smile straight.
Or something like that. Tomorrow, I get braces. Again.
My teeth have moved in the past couple of years. I don’t think my smile has changed, but my mouth doesn’t feel right. My bite is such that I’ve ground my front teeth down, and I’m am afraid of long-term consequences. So, since I haven’t been wearing my retainer for the 25 years since I had braces as a teen (as if!), it’s back for more metal.
In addition to chronicling my year in braces, this blog will:
- Explore the “smile”–my own, others’ reactions to mine, and observations from society and culture.
- Share information and learning on natural health options to address the discomforts that will no doubt arise.