The skin of my teeth

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PUZZLING REAL LIFE

Lily Lindsay, 29, from Aberdeen, wanted to smile confidently, but changing her grin left her in agony...

Pulling agrin in the mirror, I couldn’t stop staring at my teeth.

‘I love them –thank you,’ Ismiled at the dentist who had spent the last three hours shaping, filing and setting my gnashers.

Seeing my symmetrical teeth in the reflection was the instant confidence boost that Ineeded. And I wasn’t the only one with apositive reaction.

‘They look great,’ my friends and family insisted back in August 2022.

It was feedback that I’d been pining for ever since my teens.

Even though I’d had braces growing up, they were more to fix my jaw than anything else.

And after having some teeth removed, once they’d shifted, they were unsymmetrical.

To other people it may not have seemed like a big deal.

However, in my eyes, it was enough to stop me smiling. Whenever anyone wanted a photo, I didn’t feel confident.

Before and after my composite bonds
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That was until Ifound out about composite bonding in July 2022.

‘You can choose whatever you want,’ my friend insisted.

Instead of following the Turkey teeth trend, composite bonding meant that a professional could build anew tooth to be placed directly on the top of mine using resin.

If Idid want to remove it in the future, I could, without damaging my adult teeth.

And what’s more, Icould get anew smile for around £1,000.

So, in the space of amonth, I started researching local practices and dentists.

After attending a consultation, Iwas booked in to receive composite bonding, on 3August 2022, on my front six teeth at one the best practices in my area.

Coming home that day, my smile could have lit up the room.

Snapping pictures, I couldn’t get enough –making up for lost time. Something that continued for two weeks before I realised another thing about my appearance.

But this time around it actually wasn’t to do with my teeth…

With red circles around my eyes, along with dry lips, my skin got worse over afew days.

It must be my new cleanser, Iassumed.

Admittedly, even though I’d suffered with eczema as achild, Iwas very proud of my adult skin.

Ihad avast skincare collection and always took pride in my appearance – enjoying using makeup, too.

So, cutting out the cleanser, I thought I’d cracked the code.

Only, every day as Iwoke up, the redness got worse.

Big angry and scarlet blotches started popping up all over my face – covering my eyelids, cheeks and even lowering onto my chest, too.

‘I have no idea what it could be,’ I confessed to my mum.

‘It’s just eczema,’ the doctor insisted, giving me arange of different creams to try at home. Only, no matter what I did,