MWC Semi-Finalist
What Do You See When You Close Your Eyes?
The unexpected results of laser eye surgery
I don’t recall ever having perfect vision or anything close to it. I’ve needed glasses since I was a child. Not that I wore them. Glasses don’t mix well with roundabouts and swings. And when I grew up, they most certainly weren’t suited to kissing boys. There are far too many things to worry about as a teenage girl without the possibility that you’ll poke your crush’s eye out mid-snog with your puke-green, square-framed, thick-rimmed glasses.
And when I reached adulthood and suddenly became aware of how I was supposed to look to the world as a woman. That attractiveness comes in small and pretty packages, and the chubby face I was told would disappear still clings to my cheekbones and hangs off my jaw. And this makes buying glasses for my increasingly deteriorating vision impossible because they only make glasses to suit small and pretty faces.
But I don’t know this yet, so at the age of eighteen, I skip into the store with six months worth of part-time wages expecting to finally get a pair of glasses that complement not exaggerate my features. But, as the “how about these” trill from the sales assistant becomes less and less convincing, I realize I’ve learned an early lesson in money not buying…
