Earlier this month my dream of nearly 16 years came true...I got braces. The first week I pretty much tore my mouth up and spent the better part of the day contemplating a life as a nun (silence was golden that week), but by the start of the second week things finally started shifting and I could talk (not to mention eat). I'm still learning how to slow down when I speak, although I'm not coming by that lesson very quick; and I'm getting really good at kicking my habit of snacking. Brushing your teeth 7 times a day breaks you real quick.
You can barely tell in this picture, but they're there. The greatest (and most expensive) form of metal and plastic that I own and probably ever will own. And I love them.
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