Braces College Essay

Thank God for braces. After eight years of an oppressive overbite, my teeth were at a loss, with no end in sight. Old thumb-sucking habits over-crowded or spaced out some teeth. Gaps and crooked teeth made me afraid to socialize for fear of people seeing this monstrosity, so I stopped smiling. My parents prodded me to say “cheese” in pictures, but my smile looked more painful than pleasant. My hopes of having nice teeth darkened, but my teeth relentlessly yearned for one to rescue them from their distress.
Last fall, my teeth were saved by my braces; the long, thin bands were wired to each other with valour, and brackets of strength stretched out to each tooth. With the help of my orthodontist, my braces empowered each tooth, overwhelming one chaotic tooth after the other. They pulled the teeth together, placing each tooth beside the other. My teeth smile with appreciation. Day by day, my braces transform these chaotic teeth into sheer perfection.
My situation may not sound as fun as saving the world alongside Transformers, but with braces, my teeth are straighter and my personality is stronger. Despite my “metal mouth” status, I didn’t allow my braces to hide my face from the world. Braces are not just corrective devices -- they are fashionable accessories. They’re downright desirable, and they come in all sorts of awesome colors, from turquoise to maroon. I’ve learned to ignore the feeling of looking like a geek and just sticking to my true personality. Just because I look like some kid with crooked teeth doesn’t mean I can’t prove to the world that I’m more than that. Now, I flash my teeth like never before, their brightness and optimism a repellant to the teasing, discomfort, and social awkwardness that comes with braces. I’m more confident in myself and my smile.
My braces and I are the underdogs of society. Our small physiques make us inferior, underappreciated and misunderstood. Behind our ordinary facades, vivacious characters thrive. Our minds