Help Tony Get Press On Veneers by Brighter Image Lab
I hate my teeth. I am a product of the 60’s, a tetracycline kid. I never smile with any teeth showing. I never have. The one I submitted here was even uncomfortable to do. My laugh is measured so as not to ever show teeth. I am 54 years and I have always hated my teeth. In third grade in ’69, as part of a dental health awareness campaign public schools were participating in, we had daily inspections by the person in the front seat of each row. They were the folks with “good” teeth. “White” teeth went to the front, ugly teeth went to the back. I sat in the last row, last seat, the whole year. The embarrassment was miserable. I was never one to be bullied but the walk of shame was nevertheless very hurtful. It was soon apparent that the last seat, last row was my place so I refused the inspections after a while. I fought a few fights over it. Can you imagine this happening today? At any rate, I hate my teeth and I always have. I refuse to smile and show any teeth. If I had a dollar for every time I heard “Smile Tony” during a photo op, I could afford all gold ones. The no smile photos worked well while I was in the Army and for Driver’s Licenses but in all the family photos, I am the one never smiling. I think what you are doing is a great thing. If you have never known the pain of never smiling a natural smile, or not sharing in a hearty laugh out loud because you hated your teeth, then you don’t know what real personal hurt is. Keep up the good work.
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