I've never had braces, but aside from a two-week-long period of Anne Rice-inspired 中二病 in 7th grade where I thought I might be a vampire, my crooked teeth never really bothered me ---- until an incident last Halloween.
Oya, prerequisite knowledge:
The Incident
So last Halloween a group of us from
Thrill the World were dressed up like zombies to perform Thriller at a party in downtown LB, and while we were waiting backstage one of the other dancers complimented me on my fake teeth.
...aaaaaand I wasn't wearing fake teeth.
I guess it was a natural assumption given the overt fang-y-ness and our zombie costumes but... it was still somewhat traumatic.
Exhibit A:
How I wish that conversation had gone down. Exhibit B:
How that conversation actually went down. T_T
Sooooo long story short I've been overly self-conscious of my teeth ever since, but in the end it's a good thing because it's inspired me to start
Invisalign next month, and by this time next summer I will have lovely straight pearly whites like the rest of you. Woo! :D
THE END