Live it up! This past weekend my daughters had the opportunity to participate in a bridal show in the city closest to us. It was awesome! Over a year ago they took a one-day class on how to work the runway. They learned how to turn, pose, etc. They have had the chance to participate in this group now twice and it’s been a great opportunity for them. They are young and shy and their confidence levels could use some work so this is a great thing for them to do and they enjoy wearing beautiful dresses. There is no competing like there would be with pageants or dance competitions; just getting up there and strutting their stuff. I love watching my children perform. They are beautiful girls and if they keep at it, they will one day walk confidently knowing it’s their world. Above is a video of one of my daughters, in blue, walking the runway. Please subscribe to their channel!
I have come to accept that this is not an opportunity I would ever have. That is okay. I am so lucky to have any sort of vision at all to watch my children participate and to live in a time where technology allows me to get a better glimpse of just how beautiful they are. There are some with low vision that would be able to model like this. Part of my visual impairment is nystagmus, which means I cannot make direct eye contact and my eyes constantly move about and shake, trying to focus. I see out of the left lower quadrant of my right eye only. My left eye is blind. I have accepted the limitations that come with low vision. What is difficult to deal with is how I am perceived by strangers and even acquaintances. I must admit. I spent many years in denial about just how devastated I feel when others react to me in a scared or negative way. It hurts and it hurts like hell. I do, however, have a voice and I use it to educate people when I can. People have assumed I am high on drugs or said that I’m crazy or even thought I was ‘mentally challenged’ based on what my eyes do. I attended a church for three years once before speaking to one of the regulars there. We became friends once we started talking and I asked her finally why we never spoke before that. She told me it was because she thought I was mentally handicapped and because of that, I had nothing to offer to the conversation. This particular woman had disabled children of her own so I was shocked at what she said to me. I was grateful for her honesty. It helped me to open my eyes and consider what others might be thinking when I enter a room and it has ensured that I don’t leave home without my sunglasses anymore. I have always been unashamed about my low vision. I use low vision aids in the public openly because I need to. It was embarrassing when I was a young woman but it didn’t stop me. At that time, I lived in a large metropolitan city where I could feel anonymous and using a monocular didn’t matter because I could go home soon and hide in my room. I use 8x magnifying glasses to read most things and an 8 x 20 monocular to read street signs or cross walk signals. I have a white cane. I should use a white cane. When I travel alone or with small children I use it to alert people I can’t see worth a darn. Do I trip or run into things when I don’t use the cane? Not often. Mostly because these days I don’t really go anywhere by myself. Anyway, my eyesight, or lack thereof, does not define who I am. I too can walk with my head held high with confidence. I own my runway!