The instalment was nothing short of terrifying. Watching the dentist lean over my face with instruments reminiscent of weapons of torture in my mouth made for an awkward appointment. Returning home and examining my new “teeth jewellery” almost reduced me to tears. Not only did they dominate my teeth, when I closed my mouth, it lead to a slight protrusion where the braces were, making me look like some sort of disgusting gorilla-monster.