San Clemente Smile of the Year

Hopeful Bride

Years ago, after braces, bonding, re-bonding, and what seemed like hundreds of filled cavities, I became an adult. I’m 34 years old now. My boyfriend and I are talking about getting married. All I can think about is that white dress and my teeth. I haven’t had a job that has included dental insurance; couple that with my fear of the dentist, and living check to check, I haven’t had any work done on my teeth in years. My bonding, on my top and bottom front teeth, is so old and discolored I wish I’d never had it done. And every so often someone will say “hey, you’ve got black stuff in your teeth.” To which I reply, “Oh crap, I ate a handful of pepper earlier. Thanks.” And remind myself to never show my teeth. It would be a dream come true to be chosen. Quite seriously, a dream.