YOU CAN’T PUT GLASSES ON THE GIRL

AND EXPECT HER TO STAY THE SAME.

it all started a few months ago

when MY EYE DOCTOR TOLD ME I HAD TO

WEAR GLASSES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

NO CONTACTS ALLOWED.

I CRIED.

at TWENTY-FIVE, i HAD NO DESIRE TO RETURN TO

MY AWKWARD ADOLESCENCE.

AS IF MIDDLE SCHOOL

WASN’T BAD ENOUGH.

I HADN’T WORN GLASSES regularly SINCE THE DAY MY MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER TOLD ME

I LOOKED LIKE A “LITTLE PROFESSOR.”

after that day, I made a firm decision: glasses are not for me.

glasses are outdated.

glasses are overstated.

glasses make false promises of intelligence.

glasses

are

another way

to add

bling.

glasses are weird.

despite all of my feelings on the subject, I followed the doctor’s orders.

i bought myself a new pair of glasses.

(for a price that forced me to eat cheerios for dinner for the rest of the month)

at first i hated wearing them: glasses invade your face. make it hard to snuggle.

fog up at the worst possible times.

then things started happening. little things.

i started to enjoy: compliments from strangers.

not having to put my eyeballs in every morning. being called a hipster.

feeling like my outfit didn’t have to do all the work.

somewhere along the way, my dislike turned into like.and just like any blooming relationship, my like turned into like like.

count it: six likes

fast forward four months

today my doctor told me i can return to wearing contacts.

i thought this day would be different:i thought i’d be skipping for joy. calling my friends. shouting off of rooftops.

maybe even kicking my heels while running

barefoot down the beach like pj here.

instead, i’m a little sad.i feel like i’m breaking up with my face.

which is kind of hard to do.you can’t text it.

or email it. you can’t even do it face to face.

so instead, i think i’ll just be a GLASSES geek for a little bit longer.

until someone calls me a name that trumps “little professor.”

YOU CAN’T PUT GLASSES ON THE GIRL

AND EXPECT HER TO STAY THE SAME.