Million-Dollar Smile
Megan Reynolds

I suppose it’s my middle class-ness showing, but in some ways, overly perfect teeth always sort of bothered me. Blindingly white teeth, like an orange spray tan or a perfectly toned body on a 50 year old, always screamed of both insecurity and vanity. Such things always seemed the purview of desperate realtors on interstate billboards and small market news anchors.

Then again, that might just be my jealousy speaking. As a child of the 80’s, I grew up on the cusp between the days when middle class parents paid for braces only if the child’s teeth were horrible, and today’s expectation that ALL middle class kids will have braces. By the standards of my parents and our orthodontist in 1994, my teeth were “straight enough”. And indeed, they are straight enough. However, they look more like the top photo than Donald Trump’s teeth, which compared to my younger cohorts, does sometimes leave me feeling just a tinge inadequate.

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