"You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, don't you? You're so vain."
My mom loved to sing this Carly Simons song to us as kids whenever we were acting a little too into ourselves. By the way, my mom had a song for every occasion: Washing your kids' hair? "I've gotta wash that man right outa my hair" from South Pacific. It's a Monday morning? "Monday Monday, can't trust that day" by the Mama's and the Papa's. There was a song for everything. And primarily, the song for me was "Your so vain."
This week, my vanity back fired on me.
It all began a few months ago when I was visiting with a friend who is a P.A. and she noticed my eyelids. Ok, I am about to reveal something deeply personal and shocking- and even point out one of my saddest flaws: I have puffy, saggy eyelids. Promise you will not stare at them next time you see me!
I am not talking puffiness under my eyes from lack of sleep from staying up talking at the Weeds' house till 1:30 in the morning last night. Although I have that too. (And, let's be honest, I enjoy the name drop of my most famous friends-but seriously- someone else needs to get famous soon, I am tired of them being my only famous friends!) I am talking about my eye lids being puffy.
What? You have never noticed? (*phew*)
What? You have totally noticed?? (*aagghhhhh*)
What? You never noticed before, but now when you see me it is all you can look at? (*crap*)
I know you don't think you have ever noticed if someone has puffy eyelids or not. But some women are blessed with smooth, flat, tight eye lids. Picture Dana - if you don't know Dana- picture any girl on a cosmetics commercial.
Why does this model's eyes look so pretty? It is her smooth, tight eye lids. The perfect canvas for the beautiful art of make up. You can clearly see the division between the upper and lower parts of her eyelid. There is room for shadow and light. Because of this, there is depth and and an overall look of youthfulness and beauty.
These are not my eyelids.
And when my friend noticed this- she pointed out that there is a surgery that can suck the puffiness out of the upper lid giving you this effect. And the surgery can be covered by Insurance. My heart lept with joy at this news.
Why do I care so much about my eyelids? They aren't that bad, you say.
Something about me: I L-O-V-E make up. I have always loved it. Not only for the fact that it makes my freckle face look less like a 12 year old boy and more like a 26 year old woman. But I enjoy putting it on. In fact, I look forward to doing my makeup from the minute I get up. For the little artist in me, it is a chance to start out every morning with a fresh canvas and limitless combinations of color and light. I have heard people say that women put on makeup for other women. Nope, not me. I put it on because I love it. (And I guess I am OK with the results being that I look more attractive with it on) So when I was told that my canvas could be surgically fixed to give me a better working space for my secret passion- I was thrilled!
This week I finally got around to going to see my friend's eye doctor. I expected him to give me a referral to have this surgery performed and thus change my life forever. When I entered his office on Monday I looked forward to the life changing event in store.
But much to my horror - he began to actually check my vision! What? To get insurance to pay for it, I would need a legitimate reason? Not just that my eyes get tired at night (from the added weight of puffy lids) or that I was being deprived of artistic opportunity by my hereditary deficiency. They wanted to see that my vision was compromised by my lids.
Let's be honest, I have faked my way through quite a few tests. Even lied on some (namely: the hearing tests I took in elementary school because I was terrified of getting a hearing aid). But how to fake a vision test? I was clueless.
By the end of the exam he agreed that my lids were puffy and unsightly. (Ok, he didn't say that - but he was thinking it) But he laughed at the idea that my Insurance would cover the procedure. Then he told me that the reason my eyes are tired at night is not because of the added weight of heavy lids- but because I might be slightly far-sighted.
So instead of giving me a referral for an amazing cosmetic surgery- he handed me a pair of glasses.
I will admit that glasses can be a very cute accessory. I even had a pair of fake lenses once because I thought it was kind of fun to look all smart and stuff. But to have to wear glasses every day? Forever?
The ironic end to this story:
I am still "practicing" wearing the glasses (with the lame- trial glasses frames) to see if I actually need them. Riley loves them, and insists that I wear them. I am not sold on the whole idea.
I guess that is what vanity gets you.
|Me and Macie and Glasses|
Now the really depressing part.
I took a million pictures to try to show you how good my make up looks and why this is such a tragedy for me...
And none of them really showed how good I think my make up looks! In fact, it hardly looks like I am wearing make up at all. I guess I shouldn't be so sad about covering up my art work after all!
*** In case you can't tell, these pictures and post were actually taken and written over a year ago. I have just been too annoyed with these pictures to hit publish. (I am not a good "self photographer" I guess.) (And too embarrassed of my "four eyes" to wear them in public.)
*** Second disclaimer: I did end up wearing my glasses in public and not a single person noticed. Ironic.