That’s nigh-on legally blind, y’all.
So I spent the better part of my elementary school career hidden behind the giant-grandma glasses of the early 90s. (I believe mine were light purple with some lovely gold molding where the arms connected to the lenses). When junior high approached and it became clear I was also destined for orthodontia, I put my foot down and announced that having braces and glasses simultaneously was simple unacceptable! I would have none of it!
So seventh grade found me inserting gas permeable contacts into my very weak eyes – a habit I continue to this day. I very, very rarely wear my glasses and almost never in public. In my mind, glasses are tied to questionable perms, pastel sweatsuits and the most singularly awkward time in my life. I don’t feel like a sexy secretary or a hot-for-teacher. I feel like I’m going to get a dodge ball in the face. When men hit on me while I’m wearing glasses, I get all “Umm, what? Can you not see that I’m unattractive right now? Am I on a hidden camera show?”