I was 10 years old and in the 4th grade when I got my first pair of glasses. The year was 1975 and they were wire rims with a hideous plastic nose piece. Expectedly the kids called me “Four Eyes” (highly insulting for that age), but since I was already terribly nearsighted it didn’t matter so much because I loved how much better I could see.
I’m 50 years old now, still wearing glasses, much nicer ones I might add, with both Progressive and Transition lenses. I managed to hide my visual disability with contact lenses for a couple of decades, but after my kids were born I was ready to not only embrace but celebrate my four eyes once again. My kids think I look funny without my glasses, the way my mom always looked to me without hers.
My poor eyesight is now the least of my problems.
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