When Vanity Takes a Bite or a Plastic Tray
A middle-aged lady with a mouth full of plastic
When I was younger, my teeth were never bad enough to warrant braces. I had a few teeth out of place but nothing like my friends who required braces.
Thinking of having metal in my mouth for years made me accept my snaggle tooth. My canines didn’t turn all the way and poked out leaving my smile just a hair crooked.
It built character and I didn’t have to go through that awkward phase that most teens hate. I was awkward in other ways but never had to talk with a brace face lisp.
So, on I went with my decision to never have braces until my dentist at the time suggested this nightly retainer/mouth guard that was plastic and a new invention.
The Occlus-o-Guide.
That thing was the death of me. I was supposed to wear it every night but it hurt so bad, making it hard to sleep so I would often take it out.
Well, your teeth don’t move if you never wear it.
I retired the Occlus-o-Guide months after I got it deciding that I was fine with my minimally crooked teeth. Who cares anyway, right? They weren’t that bad.
As I have gotten older, they have moved more, and certain teeth are pushing the others out…
