Literally, that is.
Since I was nine, my teeth architecture has always been a disaster. So when I was twelve, my mom brought me to the dentist to fix braces. However, being brought to a government hospital, I was put on the waiting list of the appointment with the dentist.
I was then called for my appointment. THREE years later.
Dentist said my teeth weren't that bad, so even if I wear braces, the change won't be that significant. But I still could wear it to at least make it look slightly better.
So it was time to decide. When I was twelve, it didn't matter to me if I wear braces or not. But I was approaching sixteen and boy, I was a conscious and insecure teenager. Plus I was going to another school after my PMR, and so I didn't want to be known as "the new girl with braces". I'd be taunted and, how am I suppose to get a boyfriend?
So I said no.
Eight years later, I regretted my folly teenage life changing decision. Suddenly everywhere I go, I see people wearing braces and they don't look as bad as I thought people wearing braces should. Like, suddenly, it is finally OK to wear braces - you won't get taunted and you still can hook up.
So now, I have decided that I want to wear braces. But I have only one factor that's hindering me from doing it. And it's not the pain, the inconvenience or the definite taunting.
My teeth will finally be toothpaste ad friendly, no doubt. But will I still look the same? Maybe prettier, maybe not; but will I still look me? That is what I'm afraid of. See, if I do do it, my upper lip will look less 'bee-stung'; and some people say that I might lose that very essence that makes me 'me'.
So, straight, nice teeth but makes me look totally different; or buck and crooked teeth but forever looking like me?