7 For All Mankind Jeans
I
remember getting my first pair of glasses as a second grader, and dreading
it. I found the tiny metal frames resting
on the bridge of my nose not only uncomfortable and annoying, but also, rather
hideous. I would take off my glasses for
pictures, before visiting my childhood crush, and found every excuse not to
wear them. For nearly a decade, I begged
my mom for contact lens, and finally got my first pair freshman year of high
school. I haven’t stepped out of the
house in glasses since then, but as I grow older, I realize, especially as a
girl in her early 20’s, I spend way too much time fussing over tiny flaws and
blemishes.
Love Yourself For Who You Are
Sunday, April 28, 2013
I
remember getting my first pair of glasses as a second grader, and dreading
it. I found the tiny metal frames resting
on the bridge of my nose not only uncomfortable and annoying, but also, rather
hideous. I would take off my glasses for
pictures, before visiting my childhood crush, and found every excuse not to
wear them. For nearly a decade, I begged
my mom for contact lens, and finally got my first pair freshman year of high
school. I haven’t stepped out of the
house in glasses since then, but as I grow older, I realize, especially as a
girl in her early 20’s, I spend way too much time fussing over tiny flaws and
blemishes.
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