Freshman year gym class and glasses have always been old adversaries. Whether we were running the mile outside or playing basketball, they would always find a way to fall to the ground, or fog up with the heat of the gym. Regardless of our activities, I would constantly be on my toes, awaiting the next mishap.
We had been playing volleyball, a sport that screams catastrophe in the face of those glasses. It was the other team’s turn to serve, with all the eyes of both teams on the server, anticipating an opportunity for them to score a point for their own team. Just as the ball launched from the server’s hand, all my fellow team players leaped to lob the ball back to the other team, like lions pouncing on their prey. However, I could see it …show more content…
While it was only a couple of days, I felt like the days dragged on for weeks or even months. When I looked in the mirror, it was as if I was looking at a completely different person, an imposter, even. After seeing myself only wearing glasses for more than eight years, I couldn’t recognize myself. It was as if the me I had known for so long had quickly faded away like a dream after an uncoordinated accident. I soon became impatient, longing for the day I could finally see myself again. I realized that after so long, I had become so dependent on those glasses to prove not only to others, but myself, who I really am.
As kids, we are taught that glasses are more than just glasses. We are taught that glasses can be ugly. We are taught that glasses show intelligence. Unfortunately, with bad eyesight come unnecessary expectations that personally I knew I could not fulfill. Nonetheless, I never expected my onslaught with that volleyball to lead to my realization of who I really was, giving me strength and reassurance.
Nowadays, even though I fail to admit it, whenever I put on my glasses every morning, I always feel a sense of
We had been playing volleyball, a sport that screams catastrophe in the face of those glasses. It was the other team’s turn to serve, with all the eyes of both teams on the server, anticipating an opportunity for them to score a point for their own team. Just as the ball launched from the server’s hand, all my fellow team players leaped to lob the ball back to the other team, like lions pouncing on their prey. However, I could see it …show more content…
While it was only a couple of days, I felt like the days dragged on for weeks or even months. When I looked in the mirror, it was as if I was looking at a completely different person, an imposter, even. After seeing myself only wearing glasses for more than eight years, I couldn’t recognize myself. It was as if the me I had known for so long had quickly faded away like a dream after an uncoordinated accident. I soon became impatient, longing for the day I could finally see myself again. I realized that after so long, I had become so dependent on those glasses to prove not only to others, but myself, who I really am.
As kids, we are taught that glasses are more than just glasses. We are taught that glasses can be ugly. We are taught that glasses show intelligence. Unfortunately, with bad eyesight come unnecessary expectations that personally I knew I could not fulfill. Nonetheless, I never expected my onslaught with that volleyball to lead to my realization of who I really was, giving me strength and reassurance.
Nowadays, even though I fail to admit it, whenever I put on my glasses every morning, I always feel a sense of