Disaster: Turned Not So Much Of One – Part 3

When I was 12, my parents agreed that it was time I could get a pair of designer glasses. A “cooler” pair as I was headed into my teens. Little did they know that they would be the frames I would keep right up until I was 5 months off turning 21, and let me tell you this for nothing: a pair of glasses that may look cool on a 12 year old girl, most definitely do not suit a 20 year old woman. To be fair, they were really nice glasses and I did feel more grown up wearing them. They were a rectangular frame, thin lenses and a red finish to them. But the did add to the baby-face look I have always had which did nothing but slightly hinder my confidence as I entered my late teens.

At 16 years old, I was going to hop on a plane to see my older brother in America and spend just over 3 weeks in the glorious sunshine. I couldn’t wait! The only problem being, I didn’t own prescription sunglasses. Now, I have already told you how much of a tomboy I was growing up and this didn’t wear off for roughly another year and a half. For someone who hated effort and putting effort into herself, my next decision came at a bit of a shock to my entire household. I decided I was going to get contact lenses. Learning how to put in and take out contact lenses was probably one of the most traumatic experiences I have had to date. The first time the optician popped them in, I kept moving my face away from her hands, kinda the way you would edge back when your friend with the shaky hand tries to put mascara on for you in the back of a moving vehicle. I was terrified that she was going to poke me in the eye and not once did I acknowledge the fact that this was her job and she wasn’t there to torture me. Taking them out was a different story altogether but I won’t share the details. Can’t bring myself to talk about it to this day.

Nowadays, I own a pair of glasses I feel comfortable wearing and ones that people actually compliment me on! Probably because they are hiding most of my face…. Contacts wise, I can throw them into my eyes in less than a minute and take them out in 20 seconds or less. It was a learning curve. One I chalk up to being a disaster of a female when I was a teenager!

Keep dreaming!


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