Due to an unpleasant situation with my eyes, I’ve been wearing my glasses this week. It’s kind of inconvenient for several reasons. I’m squinting outside all the time, I long for my big sunglasses. I have to take the glasses off to play with the girls. I’m not wearing much makeup due to the aforementioned unpleasant situation, but when I want to put a little on, it requires narrowing my eyes and getting about an inch way from the mirror on the medicine cabinet.
Wearing my glasses also brings me back to a simpler time… A time long ago when I was known by such clever names as “Four Eyes” or “Beady-Eyed Beatty”. (Okay, at least the second one was original.) I know what I looked like then, and I have to say I was probably an easy target. Kearsie, this click is for you. Melissa, if you’re reading this at work, don’t click on the link or you’ll be caught giggling at your desk.
I think the term that best describes that era was “unfortunate”. Not only did I look like that, but I was short, I dressed poorly, and I was in the Gifted program. Not a recipe for popularity!
I had several years like that. Glasses, bad hair, bad clothes. Even when I got rid of the glasses, my hair was so-so and I was thrust into braces. I was picked on for my overall appearance, the fact that I was a nerd, my faith, my virginity.
Good times, good times.
Sure, I remember those things. Do I cling to them with a death grip? No. If I did, I would harbor ill will toward any pretty people, and most men. That would have really hindered me, especially considering my friends fall into the “pretty people” category, and The Husband is a good-looking man. I built a bridge and got over it. Let that which didn’t kill me make me stronger. Put my behind in the past.
The truth is though, I’m still a four-eyed girl with plain brown hair who enjoys reading. My clothes aren’t always right, I laugh a little too loud and I can’t dance. I cling to my faith. I post on message boards. If I’m still a nerd, so be it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.