At 30, I was pretty sure that I'd gotten my issues with self-esteem under wraps. I started losing weight, eating right, and working out. I got a haircut that works for me. My skin is currently in that happy place between acne and wrinkles and I can successfully apply eye-liner without accidentally making it look like I've been day-drinking for roughly eight weeks. I'm a step away from reciting self-love affirmations in the mirror when I wake up.
But my recent foray back into the world of contact lenses called all that confidence into question. You see, I haven't worn contacts on a daily basis since I was in my 20s. While it's not as though I'm now a haggard old crone (shout out to the #crones, yo!) one thing has changed.
I've got really puffy, dark, under-eyes. And I can't NOT see them. With glasses on, I can hide from them, but with contacts in, they are all I see. I'm trying not to let vanity get the best of me. But it isn't working.