I love this photo. Idgy in France last summer with the gang. The usual toothy grin in place.
That grin has never been the same since those heady days in France. It has been pushed and prodded, wired and pulled into a different smile. She has been a total star throughout.
When I look back to my childhood when the thought of a brace on your teeth was nothing short of torture and something you would be ridiculed for endlessly, and now see how they have become the norm in this country, oh how I wish I’d had one! Boy did I have horribly squint teeth, they were different lengths and crossed over a bit. I would never smile in photos. I was the one people always said “Don’t worry it might never happen” when they saw my straight face. They didn’t know it was dodgy dentistry that was lurking behind my closed mouth and not any major emotional crisis. As a teenager I managed to knock out my front teeth when I inadvertantly parted company from a horse at the wrong moment. I remember getting up with a bloody face and mouthful of mud and jaggy bits, and actually thinking, “Great, now I’ll get crowns”. Well I did ghet crowns, but wouldn’t you know it, the dentist made them just like my old teeth, they were not as twisted but they were just as uneven. I was devastated. It wasn’t until last year that I had them recrowned and veneered and got that straight smile I’d always wanted. It would’ve been a hell of a lot cheaper if I’d just had a brace as a kid.
I love the way the kids all now compete with eachother to see who has the brightest and best colours on their train tracks this month. Nobody takes the mickey, nobody even notices that a brace on the teeth is remotely different. What a huge shift in attitude from my day.
This morning we are off to the orthodontist for a check-up and a new set of colours. I beleive we are going for a Rainbow Dash this month.