Glasses once you broke me but now you make me…

What can I say… over the years I have had such a love-hate relationship with them.  But they have become a part of me, something that I can’t be parted from and something that I feel totally naked without.

There are some people who may think I looked, well… plain weird without them.  They are almost like a security blanket and are a fashion statement.  I am, of course, talking about my glasses.

My large, black Ray Bans.  The Lizzie Bright passport to seeing the world.  My view of life. Vision.

But many years ago when I was told I needed to wear them it felt like the end of my little world.  I was just a teenager, boys were around and I was the only person in my class who needed to wear them.  I hated all they stood for.  I refused to wear them and despised the fact that my eyes couldn’t see as well as my comrades.  I was embarrassed, humiliated and became shy because of them.

But times change, technology advances and soon I was in contact lenses where a whole new world opened up to me.  No longer did I have to suffer cruel name calling, my face didn’t feel hemmed in by plastic frames on my nose.  I didn’t have to wonder if they ‘suited’ me.  I had a sense of freedom where no-one was any wiser and my inability to see properly wasn’t apparent.

Now I’m middle aged (well… I’m not entirely sure when middle age begins but we’ll assume I am) and the tables have turned again and I am friends with my glasses.  I love them.  I don’t hide behind them but I enjoy ‘who’ they make me.  They are my gift of vision and I embrace choosing the new frames.  I love it.  I enjoy the fact that I do have something to hide behind should I need to and I love the fact that I can look over the top in an eccentric and disapproving way should the need ever arise.

What I really love the most is being able to tell young people how much I love their glasses.  After all, I wish that way back then someone had said the same to me.

We must embrace our imperfections in whatever way they manifest themselves… mine just happen to be my eyes which someone told me were very beautiful only yesterday.

My eyes may not be perfect but my glasses are and what’s more they make me ‘me’.

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