Square Pegs

A while ago, we had some extra money in our medical savings account which needed to be spent. I was feeling a little bold, so I picked my first pair of designer "Bebe" glasses. I was thrilled. I usually don't do extravagant things like that. So, it was fun. When I walked in the store to pick up my frames, I hopped to the counter to see my new, snazzy glasses. As I pulled out the "couture", I was stunned by how far my pathetic prescription lenses jutted past the frame. Did I mention I am unable to see the big "E"? Suddenly it seemed like a Prada bag was being stuffed with pork rinds. It dimmed the effect. Deflated, I tried them on my face. As I turned to the side, I felt all I could see were those HUGE lenses.  I was transported to those sad days when I would bring a novel to dances so I had company during the slow numbers.  Now, it may seem like an exaggeration to you. But, don't you have something that still kind of lingers from fourteen?

Last night, I was in hurry to get somewhere. I shoved my massive hair in a head-band and put on my enormous glasses.  As I walked to my car with a friend, I thought of our differences.  She was a cheerleader-- even in College! She is always hip, cool and put-together.  I thought to myself, "Wow! She wouldn't have known me in high-school."  I can really look at this in two ways.  Isn't it great to grow-up?  Or, maybe high-school wasn't as bad as it felt to me.  (Okay, so I really can't ignore the fact I did really read books at dances. But, maybe I needed more courage then.)