My short-sightedness

I was six years old when my 1rst grade teacher discovered that I had some problems copying things from the board. I remember vividly that whenever I had the chance to arrive at school before my classmates, I went straight to the first row, and I used to cry a lot when that unknown woman (my teacher) made me sit at the end of the classroom (I was as tall as an oak tree).
It took only a week until my dear "Miss Mary" realized that I had a sightseeing problem. At the beginning, I couldn't understand clearly my parents sad faces when they talked to my teacher. In fact, the first thing that came to my mind was: "What have I done wrong?".
As days passed and everyone treated me as if I were about to die, I was really happy because I was the only one with glasses in my class.
I still save my first pair of glasses, which happened to be undestroyable, and whenever I see them now, I think how ugly they are!! The thing was that they were the only ones available for my size, glasses thickness , and my parents wallet (mainly).
It was funny how I used to feel that I was a special little person, just for being handicapped in some way.
When years went by, I experienced all kind of feelings towards my short-sightness. From feeling special, I started to reject my glasses when I was in my fifth grade. One day, without noticing, I sat on my glasses and they were destroyed. Since I didn't want to use them, I said to my mother that I didn't need them anymore. Two years later, I have doubled my myopia and astigmatism, and my parents (obviously) wanted to kill me.
The doctor ordered many studies, and the results were undeniable. Due to the effort I had to do to see something which was far from me, I could have lost my sight. From then on, I have always wore my glasses.
When I finished secondary school I tried contact lenses, but even when I had them for four years, I could never get accustomed to those intruders in my beautiful bright brownish eyes. That was when my parents asked about surgery, but since it was really expensive, my mother's practical mind spoke the moment she said: "Get married to a wealthy man, and ask him to pay your surgery".
I did not marry to a wealthy man, but I know for sure that given the case, he is willing to pay for my eyes to be fixed. The issue here, is that I'm not really convinced (yet) to abandon something that is part of me, and it has been my style mark for twenty-two years.