I feel very upright and responsible; I have a new-found sympathy for all dental problems (those grandchildren will love me!)
I never had braces, or needed them, and lucky me because my mother definitely would not have been able to afford them. All my life I’ve had the good fortune of a big, easy smile, the kind that inspire compliments. When my own kids had braces (they did need them), my memory is of slogging multiple children to the dentist, carrying knapsacks and scarves and snacks and doing homework in waiting rooms. I remember being on my phone, being mid-divorce, being sad. I have no recollection of feeling sorry for their painful tongues, or for their shock at having mouthfuls of metal.
Now, at 51, I’m getting my comeuppance. It started slowly. Maybe a year ago I noticed on Zoom calls that my smile had become slightly pointy and lopsided. Was it my teeth, or was it my face? It turns out it’s both: for men and women alike, as we get older our lower jaw tends to grow forward and become more narrow. In women the additional factor is declining estrogen, which decreases skin collagen, resulting in reduced skin elasticity, and sagging faces. The jaw changes often cause our lower teeth to crowd together and overlap, and can also change our bites, i.e. the way our top teeth and bottom teeth come together. All this adjusted pressure adds up over time, culminating in teeth that suddenly protrude in weird ways. Oh, and let’s not forget that our lips also tend to get smaller and thinner as we age! Another source of pressure on the teeth, and thus the movement.
Like all the other bodily changes that creep up on us (back fat, chin hair, muffin tops), I tried to just ignore my new weird smile for awhile, and then, at a masked cleaning, my first in six months thanks to COVID, my dentist of 30 years (a man I consider resolutely non-interventionist) broached the subject. “I think we need to do something about those teeth” he said. “It’s only going to get worse.”
Ugh, Why? Braces are high on the list of things I never thought I’d experience, and my mouth doesn’t look terrible (yet). Why do I have to address this at all? Well, it turns out there are lots of reasons:
After reading this list my mind went to my beloved grandmother, with whom I spent weeks and weeks at a time during my childhood. I remember the Polident in her medicine cabinet and the one or two moments when I caught her without her dentures, covering her mouth with an embarrassed hand. I suppose that one of my jobs as I age is to try my best to take care of myself – diet, exercise, medical care – and so within weeks of the dentist’s warning, I decided that maybe I should just bite the bullet and deal.
Even though everyone told me to go with some form of Invisalign, I personally felt that a) it’s kind of gross to take them in and out of your mouth all the time and b) I know myself — not always the best rule follower — and the likelihood that I wouldn’t wear them all the time, or even much at all, seemed high. My thinking was that If I’m going to suffer, and spend the time and money, I should do it in a way that will really work.
I wound up going with a kind of lingual braces called Breezy Braces from Tend in Manhattan. $5,000 for 6-8 months of treatment, all inclusive including the retainer at the end of the process. They suck; they really do. It’s hugely uncomfortable; my tongue stings and my mouth feels like it’s full of metal cotton balls. I can’t eat half the foods I normally do (you’d think that I’d lose weight, but no; I’ve just re-discovered ice cream). My Water Pik has become my new best friend (not joking), and I have a lisp. It’s all super un-sexy, and my boyfriend will confirm that if asked. Tend annoyingly charges the full price up front, but honestly I now understand why. If I hadn’t already paid, I definitely would have had the braces removed in the first month.
The upside: I feel very upright and responsible; I have a new-found sympathy for all dental problems (those grandchildren will love me!); my smile is going to look gorgeous, and my orthodontist promises they’ll be off before my 52nd birthday!
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