Ever since I was little I’ve had a gap. When I was younger
it didn’t bother me so much. I actually kind of liked it. People told me it
would help me whistle, but I still don’t know how you do that. Either they were
liars or I am the one exception to the gap whistlers. I never thought about
braces. My dentist always said I didn’t need them and my parents said I
shouldn’t. They always said my gap gave me “character.”…whatever that means. I
think it just makes me look like a little kid.
So finally
this year I decided I hated my gap so much that I wanted braces. I convinced my
parents that it was a good idea after a little while and within a month I had
my braces.
So far they
are annoying. I knew going into it they were going to hurt but I didn’t think
it would be so bad. When I got them put on the orthodontist basically said
here’s some wax for when they cut your mouth, brush your teeth after you eat,
and you might want to take some pain killers because you’re going to be sore
for the next 3 days or so. I’m like “ok I got this”…it didn’t have this. I was
basically on a liquid diet for the next 5 days because no amount of pain
killers stopped my teeth from hurting.
The rules
of what I’m allowed to eat are my favorite. I think I’ve broken every one so
far. The best is “NO PIZZA” written in all caps with a bunch of exclamation
points after it. My dad is being strict about what I can eat. He kept telling
me you’re not going to be able to eat this and that, but the day after I get my
braces he decides I would be a good time to make steak for dinner. I love steak
so I wasn’t passing that up. I sat there for about an hour and a half cutting
my steak into tiny pieces and chewing very slowly.
But it’s
been about a month now and they’re getting better. I’m getting used to it and
eventually I’ll stop complaining.
