Actually, scratch that: I’m pretty sure I’ve spent more on my teeth than I did on my car at this point. And, OK, it was a used car, so it’s not like I’m into double digits or anything like that, but… I could easily get there. And it would be worth it.
This week, though, I handed over what felt, to me, like a vast sum of money, in order to have MORE work done on my teeth. And, as terrifying as that was (This girl and her money are not easily parted. Like, not even for shoes, these days. WHO EVEN AM I?). what I said above holds true: I know it will be worth it.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Look, here’s an outfit shot!
By my 17th birthday, I was so painfully self-conscious about the whole “peg tooth” situation that, in addition to NEVER SMILING, I’d also developed the habit of holding one hand awkwardly over my mouth any time I had to speak to someone face-to-face. To this day, I have to consciously stop myself doing this: I haven’t seen that peg tooth in two decades, but I STILL automatically turn my head to the side when someone tries to take a photo of me, and my hand still always wants to creep up and hover over the side of my mouth when I’m speaking. That’s how self-conscious I was about that stupid tooth, and, finally my whining about it paid off, and my parents grudgingly agreed to pay to have it fixed.
So, I went to see my local dentist, who agreed to fit a porcelain veneer on the offending tooth – and also onto the one next to it, because it now transpired that the gap between the peg tooth and its neighbour had grown so large that one veneer wouldn’t be enough.
As it turned out, TWO veneers weren’t enough either, though: because, once they’d been fitted, I now had a normal sized tooth … but there was still a noticeable gap.
“There’s no way to close this gap,” the dentist told me, sadly. “I’d have to make two HUGE veneers, and then you’d just look like you had teeth like a horse!” Or, you know, words to that effect.
So, I went on my merry way. At first, the difference between peg tooth and normal tooth seemed so dramatic to me that I was perfectly happy with my transformation. But the seed had been sown. I’d always assumed my horrible teeth were just something I’d have to live with, but now it seemed this was not so! There were, in fact, ways to fix my teeth, and all it would take would be every penny I ever made, and a willingness to potentially look a bit like a horse.
I was ALL IN, people. Because, now that I really thought about it, the peg tooth was not my only dental issue, and now that it was finally a normal size, I discovered that I actually hated ALL of my teeth equally. They were yellow. And crooked. My top teeth were almost completely overshadowed by ALL THE GUMS around them, while the bottom set looked a bit like a row of crooked tombstones. It wasn’t pretty, let’s put it that way.
There were, however, ways to fix all of these problems, and I made it my mission to basically work my way through all of them.
Over the next two decades, I had the original veneers replaced twice. I used Invisalign braces to straighten my bottom teeth, and to finally – FINALLY – close that gap. I tried so many different types of tooth whitening treatment that I could literally write a book on the subject. (I won’t, though: I’m planning a blog post on it, instead…) I got to a point where I no longer wanted to burst into tears every time I looked in the mirror, and that was such a novel feeling for me that, at the time, I described the work I’d done as the best money I’d ever spent.
Yeah, you knew it was coming, didn’t you?
And that’s no way to live, is it?
What I want – what I really, REALLY want – is a zig-a-zig-ah proper, Hollywood smile. In fact, scratch that: what I want is a Love Island smile. No! Not that one! Just totally perfect, natural looking teeth. Is that REALLY too much to ask?
Well, earlier this year, I decided to find out, so I took myself off to Glasgow’s Dentistry on the Square, and asked them to please, just FIX ME.
And that’s what they’re going to do.
I picked this particular dental practice because a quick look at their website revealed them to be the absolute best in their field. They’ve won countless awards, worked with tons of celebrities, and – best of all – do free consultations, during which you can basically just present them with a laundry list of things you want to fix, and let them tell you what they can and can’t do.
In my case?
They could do pretty much ALL of it: which was honestly something of a revelation to me, because I’d basically gone in expecting to be told I was stuck with my gummy smile for life.
I’m not, though.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been having my teeth whitened using the Englighten tooth whitening system (Yes, I’ll be reviewing it soon…), and, once that’s done, I’ll be going on to have a complete smile makeover, involving gum contouring, veneers, and whatever else it takes to get me to that Love Island Hollywood smile I’ve been trying to achieve for most of my adult life.
I’m also kind of terrified, really, because while I don’t really have a fear of the dentist (Which always surprises people when they hear it. I guess it’s just the kind of thing you’d expect from me?), it WILL be a big change, and even although I know it’ll be a change for the better, any kind of change to your appearance is always a little bit daunting, isn’t it?
(Also, while I’m assured it’ll be totally pain free, the words “gum contouring” don’t exactly thrill me, let’s be honest…)
Mostly, though, I’m just looking forward to – for the first time in my life – being able to laugh and smile naturally, without worrying that I’m going to blind someone with my gums. That’s got to make it all worthwhile, hasn’t it?
Oh, and I will, of course, be documenting the entire process here on the blog: so if you, too, have spent a large part of your life wishing you could basically just start over with your smile, stay tuned to find out how I get on…