My invisalign experience

Like most pre-teens do, I counted down the days until I got my braces off. The hope of every visit was crushed when my orthodontist would say “just a few more weeks”.  It came to my sophomore year of high school and, well, not to sound dramatic but I was tired of his shit. Homecoming was in a few days and I was determined to have them off for the infamous “hoco pics”. Priorities right? My 15-year-old self thought she knew better than her well-educated orthodontist and insisted that they come off. Somehow, I was able to convince him. 
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Fast forward 6 years (of not wearing my retainer- lets be real who ends up wearing those things) and my teeth were getting noticeable worse. They weren’t crooked, and still looked great from the front, but from a side angle they projected outward and it started to bother me, especially in photos. It wasn’t something I was necessarily insecure about (yet) but I knew if I didn’t do something about it, they would get progressively worse.

So I looked into