PERSONAL NARRATIVE [FINAL]
Living a life behind glasses is more constricting than it may appear. I find myself trapped behind those two lenses, and it is absurd to think that such a small object can control my view of the world. Imagine the freedom I experienced when I traded in my glasses for contacts. Free from my prison, I could see the world in a new light for the first time.
I have worn glasses ever since I hobbled around in kindergarten, so I was used to this handicap. Therefore my decision to try contacts was exciting, yet a little nerve racking at the same time. As I was sitting in the office with my mother, I could not help but smile as I visualized how my appearance was going to change without my glasses, which had defined me in the views of others for as long as I could think. Apprehension about putting foreign objects in my eyes consumed me because I have become used to glasses for my whole life.
After the suspense had almost killed me, the doctor approached from his office and said, “Are you ready?”
I was indeed ready. After I sat down in front of the mirror and shed my glasses, the doctor put the contact in front of me. After several tries, several laughs, and more than several blinks, they were in. It was so refreshing to be able to see myself clearly without my glasses. People often do not appreciate the fact that they do not need glasses when they look in a mirror. Every time I sit in front of my mirror at home, having to take my glasses off in order to do my makeup, I struggle to concentrate on a blurry image. “Refreshing” was hardly the word to use when describing how shockingly clear the image in the mirror was without my glasses.
“Do you like them?” the doctor and my mother said in unison, breaking me out of my trance.
“Yes, yes of course!”
A broad smile spread across my face, and I realized I was free. I could see everything so sharply that it made me dizzy. The colors were so vivid that I lost myself in the beauty of the world, unleashed on me for the first time. The clear glass windows that surrounded the office reflected the intense sunlight into the room, sparkled like crystal, and made everything glow. I could see the fibers in the furniture jumping out at me, daring me to count how many lay there. I stared at the people in the office and noticed little details about them. Their eyes were so different, and I noticed the distinctness of each and how it seemed to match their personality. The blue eyes were so strikingly blue they looked like lasers had been shot through them, making them dance with excitement. Green eyes were pale and brilliant at the same time. The brown eyes looked more like liquid gold as they sparked with liveliness and threatened to explode in a fiery display. How did I not notice this when I was constricted behind my glasses? I looked closer in the mirror and scrutinized my own eyes. It almost took my breath away as I noticed they were a mix of all three: green, blue, and brown. I was a little like every person in that office, and I had not noticed until now.
After I left the office, I continued to notice how unbelievably different people looked, especially the way their eyes were accentuated, giving insight on their personality and how they acted. My whole life had been revived with this new sense of sight.