Yesterday, my orthodontist announced that we are at the "artistic phase" of my mouth's transformation. I told him, " I'm a little bit interested in the final phase." Still I did receive a consolation prize; I was outfitted with something called the "power chain" on my lower rack.

This makes me feel slightly, you know, empowered, and closer to the end than to art, but no matter. The fact is, I've not minded having braces at all, even at my age.

I'm often perplexed when folks congratulate me on my bravery or say, "I'm proud of you."

It doesn't hurt that much, and well, maybe it's much MORE unattractive than I've led myself to believe for the past ten months????

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