Spoiler alert - Don't read if you're after a fluffy, happy braces story!
by , 03-05-2011 at 06:23 PM (572 Views)
Hi guys, I have not posted in ages, basically beacuse I did not want to depress everyone with how much I hate my braces experience. But today I think it just might help me to vent a bit of my frustration, even if no one reads it. So please forgive my negativity if you continue to read this post
I hate my braces. I hate the way they feel in my mouth. I hate the way my smile looks. I hate that I cannot sink my teeth into food properly. I hate that I am not even three months into 36 months treatment and post-treatment life seems an eternity away. There, I said it.
I'm really frustrated because as an adult, you're supposed to not let small things like braces affect your confidence and self esteem so much. But I have. I started a new job in the last few months, and it is in the disability services industry. Every day at work, I see adults living with serious physical and intellectual disability, and I get angry at myself as I have no business feeling sorry for myself for having braces, when there are many people living with far bigger difficulties than a bit of metal in their mouths. And I should feel priviledged, not resentful or self-pitying, that I have the opportunity to have this treatment. And after all, no one forced me to do it, I elected to.
So there is the swing of my emotions lately; on one hand I bemoan the way I look and that I can't eat properly, and then on the other hand I beat myself up for feeling sorry for myself. It is totally doing my head in!
But, I guess between the lines, there is a silver lining from the last few months. I did indeed get a job. It was my first interview in 15 years, and I nailed it! I had been out of work for two years after my son arrived, and since having braces on, and the subsequent kick to my self confidence, I thought no one was going to hire the weird looking chick in the braces. But they did. They didn't care that I had braces. They employed me for my skills and experience, not the way I looked. So I guess I should apply the same logic when I feel down about myself. I am more than just the weird looking chick with the braces. The braces are just a tiny part of who I am, and though it may seem like forever now, they are only a temporary part of me.
Huh. That does feel better. Who'd have thought it might end a semi-positive post after all. Certainly not me.
Catch you all next time.







