Gonzales, La-I had something happen a few weeks ago that is still quite perplexing on the ol’ brain.
I had been sitting around for a few days and my teeth just felt wrong. I can’t explain it, really, but it was sort of like my mouth didn’t feel big enough for my teeth anymore. I know that sounds odd, but it really is the best way I can describe it and try and give you some type of picture you can sympathize with.
Needless to say, I thought a trip to the dentist was in order.
Now, I’ve only lived in my community for a short time, so hadn’t been to a dentist in the area. As most people will attest, going to the dentist can be a bit scary, and I will readily admit that I am one of the many who have a phobia of sorts about the entire experience.
That being said, I picked my dentist, called the office, and made my appointment, which fortunately was for the following morning.?Fortunate for two reasons as firstly, I didn’t have to wait too long, as my mouth really did hurt, and secondly, very little time needed to now be spent on the anxiety regarding the actual visit.
Okay, so I wake up, and make my way into the dentist’s office. I walk in, and the foyer is lovely. Pretty pictures hang on the wall. There’s a staff of very pretty teethed, happy girls. I find a relaxing chair to wait in.
I take my seat, and am actually feeling okay. “I can do this,” I say to myself. “No worries,?Charlotte. There’s nothing to feel afraid of.”
I can’t hear any screaming coming from the depths of the actual dentist’s chamber, and my blood pressure is at a steady level. I was feeling rather relaxed, actually, which was new for me.
My name was called, and I made my way to the dentist’s chair. The area was lovely. It had a nice, relaxing view of a field, and a lot of modern equipment that made me feel like everyone there knew exactly what they were doing. Hey, I’ll admit it, I’m a sucker for things that look shiny and sophisticated.
So I’m in the chair and this girl comes in. Nice girl, I must say.
“I just need to take some pictures of you,” she says.
“Umm, okay,” said I.
Now these weren’t x-rays. She was taking photos with a digital camera, and I really was a bit confused as to why.
Anyway, the dentist comes in, and in one fail swoop, the entire experience turned into the strangest, most depressing experience I have ever had.
All of a sudden, an image of me, magnified by some awful percentage, like 50 or 100, fills up the television screen in front of me. Now, as I go on, I want you to remember that I made the appointment to simply find out what was wrong with an ache somewhere in my teeth.
The dentist proceeded to show me all of the lines, which at this pint look like deep canyons, on my face that he feels would benefit from Botox. Botox??Seriously??Are you out of your mind??You don’t ever tell a woman she needs Botox!
I was laying in the chair, and those that know me are amazed when I get to this point of the story.?You see, I am VERY outspoken, and don’t tend to stand for rudeness. “Why didn’t you say anything,” my friends say? The only answer I can come up with is that I was completely and utterly stunned. I was floored. I honestly couldn’t believe it. Oh, and it gets better.
The dentist then proceeded to tell me that aesthetically, to be considered beautiful, the top lip should be roughly 2/3 the size of the bottom, and, “Unfortunately, Mrs.?Guedry, your top lip is only 1/2 the size of your bottom lip.” Oh, and yep, you guessed it. He offered to plump that top lip up, right there and then. I seriously felt like crying.
I’m not one of those women who has ever at any moment in her life considered herself to be beautiful. I have, though, looked in the mirror most days and thought that what was looking back at me was for the most part okay. I’ve always thought I’ve got some amount of the cuteness factor going for me, and didn’t really need a trip to the dentist’s office to make me start doubting myself.
We’ve become this nation of people wanting to look like carbon copies of each other. All perfect hair and teeth, presenting ourselves to the world with our perfect bodies and perfect smiles. The problem, though is that isn’t real life.
I like the lines on my face. I call them laugh lines, and am so happy to see them, as they remind me of all the things in my life that have allowed me to smile.
Anyway, I left the office, got in my car, and called my husband. I cried a little as I asked him if I was as ugly as I felt. He did as all loving husband’s do. He assured me that I was indeed beautiful. I got out of my car, walked into my own office and didn’t feel quite as depressed as I had only a few moments earlier.
Until I sat at my desk, opened my email, and there, staring at me was a before and after picture of myself that the dentist had decided I would love to see. I’m not kidding. He really did that!
Yep. That happened! And in case you’re wondering, my wisdom teeth came in and I need all four removed. Anyone know of a good dentist, as I certainly won’t be going back there again.
Charlotte Guedry is the Editor of the Gonzales Weekly Citizen.?You can reach her by emailing