It’s a pretty momentous day here in the Riggledome. And by “momentous”, I mean something that matters a whole helluva lot more to me, than it does to you…
In a conversation last night with “The guy” (and yes, there’s a “the guy”… after a fashion at least – there’ll be more on that later… sometime… probably) we were talking about fitness and exercise. When he’s not learning and developing people (there’s a cryptic detail about him), he works part-time at a local gym teaching boot camp and spin classes. We were discussing my personal ideal fitness goals and he said, “If you want a different body, think about WHY should your body change. If you never run up and down stadium stairs, why should it not look like an office worker’s?” My response was “Because I’m a shallow gay man in the Bay Area and I want to look like it?”
All of that is to say that, like most everyone, I have a fair amount of vanity, and insecurities about my appearance. I know! It’s hard to believe! I had always hated my smile, and didn’t like the way my teeth looked. For whatever reason I have a slight and barely perceptible misalignment of my jaw which resulted in some crooked and prominent canine teeth. I always felt like I had fangs and didn’t want people to see them. I never smiled with showing teeth in pictures… When I allowed pictures to be taken… at all. Once I got a job that paid decently and some good health insurance options, I subjected myself to the process and began Invisalign treatment. It seemed like a great thing, especially for a vain person. No bulky, ugly, metal teeth. Straightening what’s crooked. What could be wrong?!?
It didn’t work out so well. It requires a lot of commitment and dedication and in the end (3 years later) I had run through the whole process, hadn’t achieved what I wanted to and couldn’t go any further with Invisalign. I had the choice to either be happy with what had been achieved, or go to an orthodontist and get real braces… I bet you can guess which one I chose.
I got my braces off nearly a year ago and have, for the last year, been wearing retainers the vast majority of the day. That, in itself was pretty momentous, but now, after so many years of this process, I am officially free!
Sure, I’ll have to continue to wear my retainers at night. Everybody who has ever had braces has had that instruction (a lot of people don’t do it), but wearing them at night is a far cry from wearing them all day every day!
I’m free! I’m free! I’m free! (Can you tell I’m happy?)