On my driver's license, still a New York license, though I haven't lived there for ten years, my eye color is listed as hazel.
I don't remember being very aware of what my face looked like when I was growing up. I used to cover it up in an insane amount of makeup, and when the acne got bad, I switched to not looking in the mirror, which is a habit I still have. Along the way, somebody told me I have hazel eyes, and so that's what I always say I have.
So, I'm thinking, what's so damn wrong with looking in a mirror, you know? It seems to me, if you have a problem with your own corporeality, and it's so bad you avoid reflections of your body and face, isn't the next best course of action to just stand in front of a fucking mirror and get over it?
That's what I did today. It sucked, I must say, but I did learn a very interesting thing about myself: I do not have hazel eyes. They are not hazel at all. They're like that slate blue color baby's eyes are at a few weeks old with some bits of green in the middle.
I'm thirty two years, one month and eleven days old, and I just learned what color my eyes are.
Posted by The Bunny at 11:23 AM