Dear friends, let me tell you the story about my teeth...
I grew up with really ugly teeth. They were very discolored and crooked and blah blah gross. It also didn't help that I was a nasty child and hardly ever brushed my teeth. I would just stand there in front of the mirror some nights and stare off into space when I should have been brushing my teeth. Yup, I was pretty disgusting. But by some miraculous intervention, my teeth managed to set themselves straight during high school without the help of braces. And because I was sooooooo into my looks as a teenager, I decided to bleach my teeth with Crest White Strips, which worked very well for the year and a half that I used them. So since the end of those dirty childhood years I have been diligently brushing twice-four times daily. Now my teeth are straight and white and perfect!
...NOT.
Lately, to add to my wonderfully updated dental hygiene, I have been flossing every night. I know, I know, I should have been flossing way earlier, but I just wasn't really into it. Flossing is messy and awkward and plus, I never understood how to maneuver the floss. But I have taken up the habit ever since my brother gave me a packet of floss before he left me alone and desperate in Milpitas. And surprisingly, it's not too bad (both flossing and Milpitas). I guess I'm more patient now that I'm older so I just stand there in front of the mirror and stare off into the spaces of my teeth as I floss intently every night before bed. Then one night last week I noticed that my teeth moved. YES, THEY MOVED. Not instantly before my eyes or anything, but I could tell that they shifted. Three of my bottom teeth have shifted against each other and are fighting for space! And I'm thinking, oh God, this must be the work of the wisdoms...and lo and behold, my bottom left wisdom tooth is popping its ugly head out of my gums to laugh at my distress. UGHLDKAJF. I'm so paranoid now. I have been examining my bottom teeth every night since last week and every time I check, I can see that they shifted another millimilli-centimeter against each other. Oh, the horror!!
Now yes, you may be thinking that there's a simple solution to this problem: I can just get my wisdom teeth removed and ta-dahh, my teeth will have room to breath. But alas, that cannot be done so easily because I do not have dental insurance to cover the tremendous cost of wisdom teeth removal. What ever do I do now?! Sigh, back to the drawing board to figure out this financial mess. Moral of the story: ALWAYS BRUSH AND FLOSS YOUR TEETH, KIDS! And also, don't be deceived by my seemingly perfect and charming smile; my bleached beauties are currently fighting for their lives.
And guess what song decided to play on my itunes while I wrote this blog?
Death Cab For Cutie- Crooked Teeth
