Tonight at my circa-1980s aerobics class an adult in braces was found.
Propped up on my elbows doing leg lifts, I spotted this wired individual sweating and moaning and all you'd expect from enduring the 100th painstaking lift. Let me just say, this is not how I want to view other people my age with braces. That's right, I just have to say it...highly revolting.
And worse, I'm sure she doesn't like having to stare back at me. I'm sorry.
If I could just drop 4 dress sizes, having braces probably wouldn't be as bad.