I'm on the quest to fix my face. Now you might be think, "oh geesh, Alice, you're face is fine, great to stunning even , I'd say." I couldn't agree more. Unfortunately, my friends, underneath this polished shell, i have a osteo-dysfunctional interior.
The Jaw...dun nuh nuh nuh...Come along and hear my tale
Somewhere in my development...or perhaps because my mother punched her stomach whilst I resided in her womb (which I'm sure was deserved)...my bottom jaw decided not to grow in sync with its superior, yet still dysfunctional upper jaw. As a result my mouth does not fit together in the form of an open and overbite.
But why now, Alice? Why when you're 23? That's a good question, I'm glad you asked. Because, my avid reader (who most likely looks and acts identical to an invisible person), I was blessed to have orthodontics in small town called Price, Utah with some idiot city-jumping Dentist who decided to try his hand at fixing my jagged teeth. And when I say jagged, i mean jagged. He did well enough but left me unfinished, yet told me I was finished.
But then a miracle happened...my top permanent retainer broke off. I went into Dr. Brian Graf's office for a consultation (to hopefully just get a new retainer)...oh wait.
He informed me that needed Jaw surgery with abt a year of braces...waaa waa...
This must needs be fixed. I'm going to post the rest of the journey in several posts so that it's not a novel
But here is a big fat before picture...me in my ignorance. You can kind of see how my jaw is back a bit...and how i'm sinning by slot machine
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