Gigi hereI believe a woman’s smile makes her beautiful more than anything else, but I’m ashamed of mine. My smile can expose my teeth, my worst attribute. Before all was known about what is safe to take during pregnancy, my mother was given an antibiotic for a sore throat when she carried me. Doctors thought nothing of it, but it prevented the formation of enamel. My teeth are small and fragile, nearly translucent, and have a yellow-ochre appearance, occasionally bordering on a pale shade of green without continual brushing. I sometimes feel like Elphaba from the book Wicked (the “Wicked Witch of the West,” although water doesn’t make me melt).
I’ve attended to my teeth since I was a child, certain that something could help.As a young girl, I began mixing baking soda and peroxide and would brush until my arms were exhausted and my gums bled. What did I get? Merely a slightly lighter shade of yellow and fresh breath. Fine–I arrived at the point where I was grateful for anything that helped boost my self-esteem when it came to oral hygiene. I approached a few toothpaste companies and suggested that they incorporate baking soda into their products, but my idea was turned down at that time. Now I want to scream when I see products on store shelves with this ingredient; I could have become a millionaire and had my teeth bonded if they had only listened! Well, no use crying over spilled mouthwash .
This problem has caused me to become more obsessed when it comes to caring for my teeth. If my teeth can’t look good, at least I want them to feel good. A college student of mine gave me a twig to use many years ago when I complained about my problems to her. She moved out of town, and a savvy reader of this site told me the name of the twig—it comes from the Neem tree grown in Middle Eastern countries. This amazing substance goes beyond cleansing and actually prevents gum disease, freshens breath, and is used for skin irritations, digestive problems, and much more. I used to carry disposable toothbrushes pre-filled with toothpaste and brush after lunch. I switched and took my twig instead, and a colleague walked into the restroom, looked at me with a horrified expression, and asked, “Gigi, are you chewing on a bone or what?” Yikes! I learned to use it when I was completely alone.
My twig was finally defunct after I probably consumed half of it. And then I discovered DentaBurst Freshening Teeth Cleaners. Can you hear me applauding? They are sold in packets of twelve individually wrapped cleaners, small enough to take with you anywhere. They should not be used as a replacement for regular brushing but are specifically meant for times when you need a quick refresher. No, they don’t promise to whiten your smile, but there are many benefits. Running late with no time to brush? Garlic for lunch or in a hurry to meet a friend? Slip one of the little jackets over your finger, reminiscent of “finger puppets,” and massage front and back of teeth gently but thoroughly. Your saliva will activate ingredients to remove plaque, smooth the surface of your teeth, rid your mouth of food particles, and impart a delightful, minty flavor. I actually brush my tongue, as germs reside there. Don’t you love people who devise such clever items? Keep them everywhere and use whenever needed—your purse, desk, glove compartment, and home.
By the way, I’ve figured out the great mystery of Mona Lisa’s partial, close-lipped smile. Her mother took an antibiotic as well, but Dentaburst wasn’t available in Da Vinci’s time.
Any other Dentaburst fans ?