We’ve all been there. The dentist appointment you’ve been avoiding for months suddenly creeps up on your calendar. You stare at the reminder like it’s a breakup text. You whisper, “It’s just a cleaning… I’ll survive.”
But will you?
Because if you’re a girl (or know one), you’ll recognize every phase of what I’m about to describe — and yes, your face probably looked exactly like this meme.
Let’s break it down, shall we?
11cm – The “I’m Fine” Face
You walk in looking normal, casual even. You tell yourself this is no big deal. You’ve been brushing (sometimes twice a day), and you’ve even flossed… once last week. You smile at the receptionist with fake confidence.
Inside your head though? It’s a full-on horror movie soundtrack.
But on the outside? Calm. Cool. Collected.
Your face: 😐
Your brain: 🚨CODE RED🚨
15cm – The “Wait, What Are You Doing?” Look
You’re in the chair now. Bib on. Tools clinking. The dentist says those fateful words:
“Open wide!”
They bring out that little mirror and the pokey thing that somehow causes existential dread.
Suddenly, your eyes start drifting upward. You’re not scared… yet. But your eyes say:
“I’m watching you, Doc. One wrong move, and I’m gone.”
This is the moment where denial starts cracking. You’re beginning to realize — this isn’t just a cleaning. It’s a trust exercise with sharp objects.
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19cm – The “I Regret Everything” Stage
They’ve now started drilling. You weren’t expecting drilling. You didn’t emotionally prepare for this.
Your eyeballs? Fully rolled to heaven. You don’t even see the room anymore. Just light. White light.
Is this what crossing over feels like?
You start questioning your life choices:
- Why didn’t I floss more?
- Do I even need all my teeth?
- Can I live off smoothies?
Meanwhile, the assistant is cheerfully asking you, “How’s your day going?”
You want to respond, but your mouth is open, your soul is leaving, and all you can do is blink twice for help.
23cm – The “I’ve Left My Body” Expression
This is it. The final boss level. You’ve reached peak dentist anxiety.
The drill is louder. Your tongue is dry. Your jaw has locked in place.
And those tears pooling in the corner of your eyes? Totally normal. Don’t worry. You’re still a strong, independent woman — just currently fighting for your life.
Your eyes are now so far up, you’re practically checking for ceiling leaks. If anyone took a selfie right now, you’d look possessed. But hey, you’re surviving. Sort of.
Why Is This So Relatable?
Because it’s real. Every girl (and honestly, lots of guys too) has experienced this dramatic inner spiral during a simple dental appointment. We walk in brave… and leave feeling like we just survived an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
The photo you saw? It’s not exaggerated. It’s accurate. From casual indifference to full-blown panic, it captures the emotional rollercoaster of one dentist visit perfectly.
Dentist Visits: The Ultimate Mental Gymnastics
Here’s the funny part — the dentist is just doing their job. They’re saving your gums. Keeping your smile pretty. Giving you minty breath.
But tell that to our overactive imaginations. Our brains don’t hear logic. They hear “zzzzzzzttttttt” and start drafting a will.
You know it’s true. You could be a fearless boss in life, but once you hear that drill? Suddenly you’re five years old again, clutching the armrest like it’s a lifeline.
Post-Appointment Glow-Up (Sort Of)
The best part? Walking out like nothing happened.
Your mouth is numb, you’re drooling on one side, and you’re trying to casually thank the dentist while sounding like you just got dental reconstructive surgery in a back alley.
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But inside?
Victory.
You made it.
You survived.
Your teeth? Cleaner than your search history.
Your pride? Slightly bruised.
Final Thoughts: Eye Rolls and Oral Health
So the next time someone says “It’s just the dentist, relax” — send them this meme. Show them the stages. Make them look into your fully rolled-back eyes and feel your fear.
Because for girls, surviving the dentist isn’t just a check-up.
It’s a journey.
It’s a battle.
It’s a look.
And honestly? We wear it well.
Now it’s your turn!
Which “eye-roll stage” are you when you sit in the dentist’s chair? 11cm or full 23cm? 😂
Drop a comment, tag your friends who relate, and remember — it’s okay to panic… as long as you keep smiling (after the numbness wears off). 🦷💪✨
