This is a story about how I decided to brace up and finally have my teeth fixed – at the grand old age of 42.
"Why should I care?" you may ask. I'm doing this in case there is anyone else out there who is thinking about "having a bit of work done". Honestly, I'm not the bravest person in the world – if I can do it, anyone can.
Friday, 11 February 2011
I found this photo of my pre-treatment self on a friend's Facebook page. This is why I am putting myself through the treatment - I don't know how I could have left my teeth looking like this for so long.
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