Its been a year and three controversial deleted blog posts since I've written something that can actually be seen. But, this has been brewing inside me since conception.
Today I am finally extracting my baby tooth. It has been with me for thirty two years and although I have had many opportunities to let go of Old Toothy I have not wanted to part with it. I think it might be because I'm a mouth hoarder. Who knows?
But, not wanting to break up with my long term boyfriend Toothy has been a conflict plagued with laziness and financial strife (even though I totally could have gotten taken care of three separate times for a lot less money.) It's safe to say that I never really thought that Old Toothy would have an effect on my entire smile. But, as I've been informed by my orthodontist, he has made half of the side of my smile age. He said if I didn't part with Old Toothy my teeth will continue to age rapidly and fall out. To the layman eye my teeth look perfect, but what lies beneath?
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| Do you see Toothy? He's at the top to your left. |
My orthodontist is from Beverly Hills. His office feels like he's a plastic surgeon. He informed me that not only was my baby tooth a problem, but that I have a "gummy smile". I was a tad bit offended, because even though Old Toothy is a serial killer in my mouth, I like my "gummy smile" more than I like my orthodontist.
And, I love old toothy. He has been with me through thick and thin in sickness and in health. He has been with me through deaths, divorces, marriage, and meals from around the world. It wasn't until this happened that I knew I needed to help Toothy become more independent. Sometimes you've just got to cut the cord.
Today is the day. I am getting my baby taken out of me and giving birth to braces on Monday.
In the past, I have taken several horrifying pictures of my mouth, but didn't want show them until I knew that I was going to fix my monstrous infrastructure. The only people who got a look see are the little children that I have taught over the years; they thought that my tooth behind Toothy was gum. I explained to them that I was part shark. When adults snuck a peek at the tooth behind my tooth they were immediately horrified when I cocked my head slightly to give them a better view.
Prepare yourselves:
So, I'm sorry Toothy we are going to have to break up. It's not me; it's you.
XXXO
P.S. So, I am going to be Toothless Sally for the next five days. It will provide a ton of entertainment for others and another blog.
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