Sunday, October 4, 2009

CARINA 360°: The hard life of a Four Eyes

They make you look smarter.

They make you look sexier.

They make you look like a smart sexy librarian!Forget all the things they tell you! It’s all lies (except the smart part.) Having to wear glasses all the time is a hassle!

Watching the TV is never the same. I can’t lay down because my glasses hurt my head. They slide down my nose! I am constantly having to push them up - making me look more like a nerd. Wearing headbands is difficult. Wearing mascara? Forget about it. My lashes are too long and they dirty the lenses. Every time I take pictures, I always take my glasses off. No one but my mom or bf thinks they look cute.

Today my brother and I had a pillow fight, while I was wearing my glasses. NOT GOOD. They smashed against my nose, causing a butt load of pain.

Don't get me wrong, I am thankful. Without them I wouldn't be able to see the board in class. And I admit, sometimes I like wearing them. Especially when I have little to no makeup on. I put those on and they camouflage the true hideous nature of my face.

Since the 6th grade I have gone through four pairs of glasses. They were either lost or stolen. And seeing as I don’t settle for ugly nerdy-looking glasses, I made my dad fork up the cash. And so far, I have lost my dad well over $600. (Sorry dad.)

I don’t know why girls and guys walk about with those none-prescription shades on. Why do they do that? I bet they have no clue the hardcore life of a four-eyes.

And don’t get me started on the amount of time I spend cleaning them. Every little thing gets them dirty.

I remember my first pair as if it were yesterday. I was at LensCrafters & I was in no mood to pick a new set of eyes. I already knew the teasing I would get at school the next day. I tried to be all cool and designer and got some granny looking Anne Klein's.
And the next day was hell.

The class bully who seemed to only pick on me, kept the comments coming.

“Are you wearing glasses? You look ugly!”

“You look like a grandma.”


Now to you, they may not seem very mean, but to a 10 year old, those word attack your soul. Throughout the whole school day I tried not to cry.
Eventually I lost those glasses when my family and I went to Mexico. So right now, my first pair of eyes are probably six feet under at some playground in Zacatecas.

Today I rock some cheap Oscar De la Renta’s. My vision has gotten worse, so says my eye doctor. Maybe in the future I’ll consider getting laser eye surgery, to finally rid me of my curse.

Or maybe I'll accept my fate, and see the world through plastic.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, Karina I totally agree with you. It IS a pain having them sometimes because it gets in the way with a lot of things.