YOU CAN’T PUT GLASSES ON THE GIRL
AND EXPECT HER TO STA THE SAME.
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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 AWKW ARD ADOLESCENCE.

I HADN’T WORN GLASSES regularl SINCE THE DA MY MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER TOLD ME
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I LOOKED LIKE A “LITTLE PROFESSOR.”
AS IF MIDDLE SCHOOL
WASN’T BAD ENOUGH.

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

glasses are outdated.

glasses are overstated.

glasses make false promises of intelligence.

glasses
are
another w y
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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 inv ade 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 ha to do all the work.
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somewhere along the w y, my dislike turned into like.
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and just like any blooming relationship, my like turned into like like.
count it: six likes

fast forward four months

toda my doctor told me i can return to wearing contacts.
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i thought this da would be different:
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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 p here.
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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 STA THE SAME.
Y