At 40, I am back in the dentist’s chair, voluntarily. This feels worth stating upfront, because the last time I wore braces I was 14, deeply self-conscious and counting the days until they came off. They were metal, uncomfortable and paired with a fringe I regret almost as much as the orthodontics themselves.
I swore never to repeat the experience and then promptly forgot about teeth entirely for the next two decades, until I started noticing them in mirrors and photos, drifting subtly but steadily out of place. For years I brushed this off as vanity-adjacent overthinking, but the truth is teeth frame the face in ways we rarely talk about. They change how you look, how you smile, even how your face holds itself. So when I finally decided to do something about it, I wanted the right place to do it. Enter Luceo.
