A love letter to us four-eyed Beauties

Little Woman got her new pair of glasses today. At first she was excited, but that excitement quickly turned into fear.

I look stupid.

No boys will like me now.

I’m a dork.

I feel awkward.

People will make fun of me.

I’m going to stand out.

No boys will like me now (again).

I let her express every single word as it came out of her mouth. ‘Verbal vomit’, as I call it. I allowed her to express every single feeling she had about this particular situation.

I sat. She screamed. I listened. And eventually, when she was exhausted, I held her in my arms and stroked her hair. And then the dialogue started:

LW: Mom, you wear glasses often.

ME: Yea.

LW: But you wear contacts too.

ME: Yep, depends on my mood.

LW: But people say you always look pretty no matter what.

ME: As they will you.

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Dear Baby Girl: I feel you. I know exactly what you’re going through. I was the same age when I got my first pair of glasses. And it sucked. Big time. It took some time getting use to, but eventually I did. As will you. And eventually, you too will learn that people will see beyond your glasses. They will see how huge your heart is, the amazing person you are, and the beautiful soul you possess. And to be honest, most boys find girls in glasses a bit more interesting, because we have a lot more going on behind those lenses. So have fun with them. Consider them a required accessory. If they don’t like you because of them, move on. They clearly are no friends of yours. And they will miss out on a whole lot of awesomeness.

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