my teeth are still aching. i don't exactly know whether my gums are in connivance with my teeth in this excruciating battle with yellow elastics, but hey, i am no dentist. so i'm free to put the blame on whoever i choose--or in this case, on "whatever" i choose.
vanity has given a doctor's wallet a full face lift. people pay big money to look good. they have been slaves under a common notion that feeling good comes after looking good. i want to disagree, but as you already know, i just got home from a dental appointment. i traveled to manila to have my braces adjusted. my mom has always been very vocal about her aversion towards braces. everytime i complain about my aching teeth (or gums), she'd say, "bakit pa kasi nagpa braces, hindi naman kailangan?!"
my reason is obvious, simple, and can best be related through the use of my own adage: no gaps, no glory.
there's this squabble between belo and calayan. i think it's really funny. doctors to the stars, they claim to be, and yet they appear on tv sounding more like shrinks. in fact, belo made a detailed recount and analogy of her failed relationship with hayden kho, in tears. i could have willingly succumbed to her sincere relations if it weren't for kris aquino's, ehem, "credibility" as an interviewer.
a vision of my teeth lined up in a straight row makes my heart flutter. the statement 'beauty builds confidence' is far from being hypocritical. but then again, even super models are nitpickers. you don't know how bad this makes me feel.
to me, beauty is strength and courage--strength to hold onto that youth, and courage to accept that youth will leave you in time. growing old gracefully is my dream.
a dream cream, no matter how effective, cannot stop time from ticking. no one can escape old age.
but my teeth must be preserved, i insist. so i guess i'd have to bear this throbbing pain...all in the name of beauty.
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