If I could go back and change any of the major decisions I’ve made in my life, the first thing I would do is wear my retainer every single night. That, and go abroad junior year of college instead of staying at school to be with my boyfriend who ended up cheating on me. But really, I’d prioritize my dental gear. Because after suffering through a palate expander (a device that’s as brutal as it sounds) for a year, followed by two years of braces on the top and bottom, my teeth were finally straight. However, I didn’t get the memo that in order to keep the particularly problematic bottom ones in line, I’d have to wear a retainer until the end of time. As a result, my lower teeth shifted the front center tooth ended up kind of smushed behind its neighbors.
