My Eyes

Now, my eyes aren’t the eighth wonder of the world. Not the conventionally appreciated blue or the rare green, but hazel. Caramel brown mixed with green. Other eyes are more striking, but I love mine.

The right eye contains a bit more green than the left. The brown in them matches my skin. They’re large, and crinkle when I laugh. Even beneath my glasses, they’re noticed.

I love my eyes and others love my eyes. Or, I love my eyes because others love my eyes. I’m not sure which one it is.

Makeup isn’t my forte, but every day I ensure that my eyes are lined with shadow, mascara, and liner. I think, Why not make them stand out more? I’m not sure who I do it for, but it makes me happy.

One of the few things that does.