Beautiful to Nothing

I have terrible eyesight. From the time I turned about 8 years old until I was about 12 years old I wore glasses. I started wearing contacts at 12. I hated my glasses and didn’t want anybody to know that I wore them especially when it came to taking pictures. My sister was getting married the year I turned 12 and of course she wanted me to be a part of her bridal party and of course that meant plenty of pictures. Somehow I was able to convince my parents and my doctor to let me start wearing contacts. Since then I have become much more comfortable with the fact that I am a person with corrective lenses. However, the each year my eyes continue to get worse and that is beginning to freak me out.

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Clean Cut

A conversation the other day between my boyfriend (Zach), his dad (John), and his grandfather (Pa) really struck up my curiosity about male facial hair. Being a female I don’t necessarily understand the terms that come with the whole ordeal that is facial hair. The conversation was basically John insisting that Zach needed to shave off or somehow “clean” up his beard. John does not have any facial hair, he keeps to the standard of being “clean cut.” So to him being clean is not having any facial hair at all. Pa was siding with John in that Zach needed to “get it clean.” Pa was a face full of hair. I’m of course sitting there stunned as to what all this exactly means. I’m pondering the use of double standards, why the hair needs to be “controlled”, and where all these “rules” came from. 

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