That’s what they used to call me. ‘Big eyes’, ‘goggke eyes’. Don’t feel sorry for me – my primary school wasn’t great, but it taught me one viral lesson in life: resilience. It taught me how to ignore the irrelevant. So while some would cry at the teasing, for me it was a compliment. Big eyes are beautiful after all. 

I wish I’d enjoyed it for longer because less than a decade later I started wearing glasses part time; now it’s an everyday occurrence. Now, when I’m not wearing glasses people marvel at how young I look; or how different I look. No goggle eyes here anymore, but that might have to do with the squinting I did when  I was fighting biology to avoid the glasses.