The Rise of Cosmetic Dentistry as an Alternative to Face Lift
Trunk Archive I always considered myself lucky, a winner in at least one, slim silo of the genetic lottery. While all my friends spent middle school picking out contrast color rubber bands as the consolation prize for two years of braces, my molar-to-molar smile was close enough to perfect that I skipped the orthodontist. Until I was 37. I found myself routinely grinning into the mirror, taking note. Was my bottom left canine suddenly making a break for some invisible finish line outside my mouth? Had a premolar decided to lie down on its side while its neighbors huddled inward, as if my m...