Last year, at the age of 49, I FINALLY got a pair of glasses that I’m happy with. Sometimes, I even go without contacts and wear glasses for the day! I’m even happy having my picture taken while wearing them. Finally.
I first started wearing glasses when I was 8. Up until I turned, maybe 16, my mom chose my frames for me. I had very little say-so. I grew up looking like a nerd. I still look like a nerd, but it’s by my own choosing–I’ve owned my neediness. Because my nose has no bridge, my glasses slid down my nose all. The. Time. My new glasses still slide, but I don’t mind so much because I love them and I get them adjusted regularly!
At 16 I was finally allowed to wear contacts. I had a gas permeable pair, which were kind of like if soft and hard contacts had a baby. I don’t think most people wear them anymore.
Also at 16, my mom took me to get my drivers license. I failed twice, but passed the third time, which is supposed to be a charm, right? It turned out my glasses were the wrong prescription!
What surprise endings have you experienced?