I'm Not Snobby. I Can't See You

If you've waved and I've ignored you in the past 12 months, I'm sorry. I bought a lot of shoes when I really needed glasses. It's that or I don't like you. Buying glasses is a challenge. I suggest you bring a friend. You will need them. You cannot trust the lady who works there. You won't know what looks good if you can't see what it is you're wearing... and she doesn't know you. Wearing glasses... I've never felt more vulnerable.

Having to alter my image after twenty-nine years of development didn't sit well. My personal image is... personal. I cannot tell you how many times I've been told "You don't look like a makeup artist." I'm okay with that. I don't want to look like everyone else or a stereotype. I've spent many years developing my look, but I accepted the challenge...

I went from "reckless preppy" to looking "sarcastic cause I'm sad". Someone offended by everything for no reason. A girl who makes a lot of unnecessary mouth noises who needs you to know how smart she is and how dumb she thinks you are. She wore a lot of beige polo shirts in high school... and headed straight for the washroom during slow songs. You know who I'm talking about. I went back and exchanged them for a cost. These (below) are Ray Bans. I like them but I still can't see.

The doctor says I'll get to get used to it. Everything seeming 3 dimensional... my newly unbalanced peripheral vision and the extreme nausea that comes with it.