I’ve gone through several ‘fashion’ phases (modrobes, butterfly clips, blue eye shadow, sparkly eye shadow, sweatpants, leggings, dresses, head bands, pajama pants, (oh Dear God, no), bell-bottom jeans ect) in my life time, but none were more ridiculous than my Blue-Contact-Phase.
When I was 200+ pounds I put a ridiculous amount of effort into how I looked (ironic, isn’t it?). I figured if I could just make myself pretty enough, no body would notice I was fat.
The perfect amount of blush needed to highlight my cheekbones, I never left the house without eyeliner, my hair needed to be perfect at all times (it never was), and my eyes? my eyes needed to be big, beautiful, and blue.
I thought people with blue eyes were stunning, and as I didn’t have them? grass is always greener, right? So, for about 8 months of my life, every single day, I wore blue contacts, in the hopes that someone, anyone, would think I was beautiful.
It took me a long time, and losing 40 pounds to realize how ridiculous I was being. It’s not the colour of someone’s eyes that make them beautiful, but *insert list of all human personality qualities here.*
These days (like today!) I find myself wearing no makeup, having my hair in a low, messy bun, and really not caring what I look like. The effort, cost, and lameness of blue contacts seems like another world away.
Ps I am about 190 pounds in this photo