Day 17: Through the eyeglass

I feel I should start off this post by saying that I was never very secure about my looks as a child. Maybe it was the unruly hair. Maybe it was the 7 years of braces. Maybe it was the 1st grade picture that my dad said we could hang in the barn to scare the mice away.

Who knows.

But I'll add to that above list and say that getting glasses in the 5th grade did NOT help my self image. Especially not when I had just recently gotten braces for the second time. And I weighed probably 70 pounds, soaking wet. And I was 5'5". I kid you not. Sounds super attractive, right?

As soon as was humanly possible (aka. as soon as my mom thought I was responsible enough to wear contacts) I ditched my glasses and refused to wear them again until about 1.5 years ago. Unless it was a dire emergency and I had NO other option. The glasses I had were nowhere near the right shape for my face and did nothing for my appearance. I started wearing contacts when I was 14, just in time for high school, and never looked back!

...until I realized that contacts are a pain in the rear. And I'd worn them so consistently I was already starting to get those ugly yellow callouses on my eyeballs. So, while I still had fantastic health and vision insurance through Bank of America, I decided I would get a brand new pair of glasses that I felt comfortable in, and I would wear the heck out of them.

So in July 2009, I got these bad boys. And I have rocked them confidently ever since.

Oh, and I guess I'm supposed to tell you that I wear glasses to see things far away, not close up. I can never remember if that means I'm near-sighted or far-sighted, but you get the picture. If not, you can borrow my glasses.