Am I scared? Scared of what? Oh yes the train tracks! Nothing to be scared of expect the fact someone is going to glue on metal detectors' favorite victims. Oh my, how agonizing it will be. I finally got through all my uncomfortable dental work and now the omen I've been waiting for: Braces.
By next week I shall be wearing car parts on my teeth and talk with an awkward slur. No disrespect to those who have or had braces, but my face is not equip for adapting to these bars. Others who first get their braces seem to cringe as they try to cover their mouths with embarrassment. But it's after awhile, when they begin to look natural and you can hardly tell the braces are there.
I'm still worried, however. What if I never look natural? What if they end up staying on longer than the eight to nine months they estimated? I would like a Colgate smile, but the braces; Ooh!
The bright side of this all, is that I could care less about the silly names others will call me. It's all elementary. "Brace face!" They'd snicker and end it with a Nelson "Ha ha!" Please, like I would waste my time caring what others joke of my metal mouth.
In the end this had to come. Just like tenant shots and picture days, it's going to come sooner or later. I figure I might as well enjoy this process. Besides, nine months isn't so bad. That's the shortest time I've ever heard of compared to others. Some have theirs on for four years! If my mom could carry me for nine months, then why should I worry over this zipper for my teeth? Okay, I stretched that zipper joke there.
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