Deciding on Braces

Yesterday, I went to the Orthodontist to get my braces put on. Yes, at 61 years old, I walked right into that waiting room, the one with the play area, the teen video station and the colorful aquarium. The mothers, waiting for their adolescents to return from treatment, cast inquiring looks. But I didn’t make eye contact. In one way, my braces make me look younger, say about 13. But in another way, they actually accentuate my age. My now pubescent-looking mouth looks photoshopped onto a senior-looking face. When I… Continue reading Deciding on Braces