Word Up Wednesday: Acceptance / by Donna Olivia Owusu-Ansah

Four eyes...

Nerd... 

You’re blind. Yo, you can’t see, you need to wear some glasses like DMC. You’re blind.  

 

I’ve been wearing glasses since fourth grade; Progressive lenses (ahem, bifocals) since I was 27. I had a brief stint with contact lenses in my early twenties and have toyed around with the idea of lasik surgery. I mean, my eyes are one of my most striking features. But when it comes down to it, my glasses have become one of the many ways I express my creativity and my identity. I am known for my specs. I feel most me—blind, nerdy, and beautiful—with them. I remember when I loathed my glasses. They othered me in ways I hated as a child. I was already smart and fat. Lord knows I didn’t need another strike against my social capital. But now I look forward to picking out new frames. In fact, I was bursting at the seams waiting for my 2018 frames to be ready. And just this morning, my third day of wearing them, I told hubby that these are by far my favorite frames ever. The color and pattern are BOMB! (My least favorite was the blue pair that looked like cop badges when flipped around in 7th grade.)

It may seem like nothing, but embracing and loving my glasses is major. It signifies a self love and self acceptance that I’ve been striving for. There is freedom in acceptance. There is joy in acceptance. There is peace in acceptance. I’ve also come to accept and love my gap toothed smile. Acceptance says, “This is me. All of me. And I approve this message.” Now, if I can get to the same place with some other things in my life, including my thighs, we’ll be on to something...

 

Where are you in your self-acceptance journey?