Can you recall Cher from your childhood? If that’s the case, do you recall how her teeth looked when she first started out? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one on the planet with the same crooked teeth as me. Do Good Dental offers excellent info on this.

The good news is that both she and I were able to get ours repaired.

This is the bad news. I’m not sure how her teeth are now, but I’m having trouble with mine. In my case, it seems that Mother Nature does not like being pushed around and is attempting to restore my teeth to their original positions.

My unsightly teeth have been the bane of my existence for as long as I can remember. I recall looking in the mirror as a kid, trying to figure out how to smile so that no one will notice my crooked upper teeth. Since my lower teeth are straight, I found out how to smile with my lower teeth clear but my upper teeth concealed. What a gifted child I was!

I was told that because of my teeth as a child, I will never find a husband. I did, of course. I chose one of the best bachelors on the faculty when in pharmacy school. When Dr. Morris saw something nice, he knew it. (He claims he was never aware of my teeth.) Love is imperceptible.)

As time passed, a technique known as “bonding” became popular, and it proved to be successful in improving the appearance of crooked teeth. The only issue with bonding is that it wears off after a while and you’re back to square one.

At the age of 69, I decided to take the plunge and get braces on my teeth. Metal braces are unattractive on girls, and they were particularly so on me. (I might have tricked you into thinking I was “Ugly Betty.”) But it was all right. I knew I’d look fantastic at some point. And, yes, the long-awaited miracle occurred.