I was never under the scrutiny of “brace”-ism. Never was I laughed at, made fun of, or talked about due to my considerably conspicuous condition known as braceface. My prescribed array of cables and clasps were hardly ever disapproved of by my peers, for it had become familiar, almost trivial, by those of an adolescent age; no one fancies a misshapen, aberrant collection of teeth. Overtime, my sinuous assemblage of ivories had been tugged and pulled and driven into an unnatural, yet cosmetically pleasing, position. I mistakenly anticipated the day that I would be freed of the the chains that tightly shackled my teeth, for I could never have foreseen the calamity that was yet to come.
My mother adamantly insisted on accompanying me on this …show more content…
Albert Einstein said that, “Time is an illusion,” but that day I was a devout believer of the concept of time. It seemed as if it merely screeched to halt. Three hours had passed before I arose from that pale green chair again. Tammy, who was highly equipped yet profoundly inept, had asked me to, “Open up.” She began using a long, crooked tool, poking around like a pillager in search of something unbeknownst to me, and, as far as I knew, her either. She tugged at my lip this way, snatched my head that way, and over all began to wear at my nerves. After what seemed like ages, she eventually began to engage in something that seemed to bear some significance. Strangely enough, she commenced working on the back sides of my teeth. Tammy began plastering a narrow strip of metal wire with a glue that tasted like soured toothpaste and mincemeat. I grew worrisome because, every now and again, I would catch a faint mutter of dissatisfaction. The repeated gestures of her hands and tools eventually became familiar. Like an esthetician slathers on wax, places the paper and rips it off time after time, so did the simpleminded Tammy. From the peculiar events, I had deduced that she has erroneously placed the wire not once, but twice, each time having to clean off the caustic glue, reset the wire and use a wand with purple rays to set the glue back in place. By this time my jaw screamed with pain and in the rare, …show more content…
One of the tools in her array of torture devices was something called, “The Scraper”. Her confidence had dwindled, and with feeble hands she scraped and scratched and tore the metal clasps clean off my teeth. One by one, each bracket was ripped and yanked off with a spine chilling sound like nails on a chalkboard. Unfortunately, the clasps were not alone. They were accompanied with a resin like cement of a foundation. Once again, she used the same tool to excise the remaining resin. Each scrape resonated through my inner being. The sound made my entire body cringe; I closed my eyes and my clenching my fists. Just when I thought it was over, I was faced with yet another facet to my