as you can see, even then I was fashion forward.
As a kid, I remember boys being quite rude. It was probably around third grade that my height and weight really began to give me the kind of attention worthy of an after school special. These boys were not very creative. I understood why they called me Roseanne Barr but the truth was she was hilarious. I understood, the jab was at my weight.
Most of these douches, wore glasses and were much shorter than me. And yet they insisted on making fun of me. My responses were always consistent- shrimp and four eyes. In fact I probably enjoyed four eyes the most. There was this look of inadequacy that flushed over the face of these boys. It would be the equivleant of telling an adult boy his penis is average (because we all know what that really means).
As a young adult, I also became an occasional four eyes. My second pair of eyes were busted out during the occasional test in class and during writing reports. Ninety percent of my time my eyes flew solo.
This Saturday, I became a full time wearer of the spectacles. Sigh. I’m old.
Love Junkie. 