I assume that by this question, I may be expected to talk about something superficial, maybe a body part that i don't like or something of that nature. But, I won't cause right now. There's not any one thing that bothers me so well about me, which I haven't come to appreciate and learned ways to flatter.
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Well, my answer would be something that's on the outside and the inside, too. It's my eyes. Don't get it twisted, I like my eyes cause they're small and cute, but I don't like my syesight. I suffer a defect of vision, and I wear prescribed glasses. I've had to wear them for over ten years. Yes, that long.
I remember that, back then as a kid, at school, my English and literature teachers loved to have me read comprehension passages and novels respectively to the hearing of the class. They loved how I obeyed punctuation and pronounced quite accurately and read slowly. But I had a problem. I would stop mid sentence and rub my eyes. Other times, I'd shut my eyes very tightly to clear them. I struggled to see what the teacher wrote on the board. And worse than that, a person could be standing in front of me and all I could make of is the color of their clothing but not their face. It was all a blur, and it was terrifying.
I recall accidentally breaking my frame and then searching for my glasses, which were in my hands, by the way, so I could examine the level of damage. Realization scared me. I've had to walk on the road holding a friend cause I could no longer make out my way. Visiting the eye clinic sometime towards the end of last year, when I had taken my mum to see my optician, the lady had, during conversation, told my mum that my eye ... was high, just like my mum's. I could go on and on.
You know, growing up, I fancied wearing glasses. I was more excited than worried that I suffered a defect of vision...if I had only known! These days, it's scary, it's worrisome, it's exhausting. I look at everyone who wears glasses, and I feel much pity for them.
It's the one thing that I want to change about me - my eyesight. I don't know how possible that is, considering, I recall that when I was very young, the first optician I had visited at the state's hospital had told my mum, to my hearing, that I would have to keep wearing my glasses. That they weren't for correction but as an aid. Shivers run down my spine whenever I think of the statement. If wishes were horses, I'd have a new pair of eyes, or I'd have better eyesight. But it is what it is.
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