Before words ran up my throat and jumped out my mouth, I needed glasses. I remember thinking, is this what the world will look like for my entire life? Is this what everyone sees?
Soccer. I used to love it. I remember running with the swarm of little kids with our Timbit's uniforms, before we knew how to properly spread out and wait for the ball. But now I have memories, memories of the ball smacking my face, glasses flying like glass birds through the air, size one soccer kleats missing them by inches.
Goggles. My new nickname. Just because some kid on Houseparty couldn't see right and decided to comment on my flahy eyewear. I used to think they were great. Everywhere i went, 24/7 there was a complement directed to me and my glasses. But does that all really matter if your crush doesn't like them anyway?
I'm not different. I'm an ordinary breathing human. Nothing special here. Just making a big deal about nothing. But hey, you read this far. You stuck with me and my words. Thanks ❤️
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Teen FictionStruggling with minor depression, anxiety and low self esteem, the story is about the journey of acceptance and learning to overcome.
