When I first started dancing, I learned that I couldn’t see well enough to spot, yet my glasses would go flying off if I tried practicing turns while wearing them. For the first time in my life I was going to get contacts. The whole concept of sticking my finger in my eyes seemed wrong on so many levels and really creeped me out, but dancing was worth it. So I did it.
The first morning I put in my contacts, and then I started to apply my makeup. I stopped cold.
Damn! When did I get so old?!?!?!?
The soft focus my eyes had given me was stripped away. This was fluorescent-lighting-while-bathing-suit-shopping bad. I aged five years by popping those things in my eyes! Dang! Where did the wrinkles come from? Is that a grey hair?!?!? What the hell is going on with my brows?!?!?!?
I was in a funk for a couple weeks after that.
Gradually I got used to it and again accepted the way I looked.
Then I stopped dancing … and wearing contacts. My astigmatism made it so my vision wasn’t quite good enough to do my day job even wearing the contacts, so back to glasses I went. As I revealed during my recounting of my horrible (yet funny) driver’s license renewal story, I now need to wear glasses to legally drive my car. Despite that fact, my vision is still good enough that I can get ready in the morning without wearing them. Yup, the soft focus came back (a bit stronger this time) and I looked GOOD.
As I was walking through some ideas on Yom Kippur (does anyone else need movement to think better?), I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Unfortunately I was wearing glasses, because that was the only way I’d have been able to see …. wattle!
(Thank you, CBC for a wonderful article on Turkeys, their wishbones and wattles and this picture.)
OMG!!!! So much worse than some wrinkles around the eyes and the occasional grey hair! I had to sit down. Deep breaths.
I thought about it good and hard. I either needed to accept that I am starting to show my age (Heaven knows when it started!) and accept the aging process or accept the fact that I was going to do some interventions to feel more confident about my looks. I needed to pick and not simply sit around unhappy with how I look. That was not an acceptable solution.
The thought of needles is even scarier than sticking my finger in my eye, especially for temporary results. And I have seen too many plastic surgery mistakes to even think of doing anything more permanent! Nope, I will have character.
If only I could give everyone else the built in soft focus lenses that I have!