What is Your Talent?
What can I do with my eyes closed? A lot of things of course, but the best trick I think I can do is counting change without taking it out of my pocket. That’s right. You can tell what coin is what by feel alone. That’s a party favorite.
But, this blog is mainly about hygiene and appearance, as I see it (or as I don’t). I remember being a teen with low vision all too well and trying to stay trendy and keep up with the latest looks. I couldn’t look at photos on a computer in those days using technology to enlarge the picture like I do now. Things like socks and shoes stressed me out because I could not see what people were wearing on their feet. It sounds silly to me now, but trendy shoes and socks were important!
Makeup application was a thing too. Girls learn how to do their makeup from other girls. Blind girls learn how to do their own makeup without a mirror and we can do a pretty good job too most of the time. I learned how to put on lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara without a mirror. There could be a thousand mirrors and I’d still not use one because I can’t.
Eighties hair was a big deal man. Lots of Aqua Net and at least an hour with the curling iron every morning were necessary to reach desired bang poof, at least with my baby-fine hair. I had totally blind friends that managed the awesome eighties hair too, better than I did. Your hands can tell you whether the hair is smooth or if the poof is ‘broken’. The point is, low or no vision doesn’t mean you don’t care about style or wanting to look good and it is possible.
Speaking of, once I had children taking their pictures was amazing. By then, there were digital cameras and I had software on my computer that allowed me to enlarge the screen to see detail like never before. I took lots of great pictures of my girls when they were small. I also noticed many of my greatest pictures show stains on their clothes and messy food face or juice mustache that I didn’t see until getting the picture on my computer. I suppose I often don’t notice things that other moms might catch, like messy hair or clothes that don’t match. Sometimes I don’t see a hole or torn up shoes.
The good news is, none of these things really matter. Who cares if my fingernail polish missed my nail and landed on the skin instead? The effort is still there and I feel good about myself. Socks don’t make a person and neither does a perfect poof. In the pictures of my children, there is one thing that does exist and you can see it loud and clear. Love. Love is all that truly matters.
Here's how I do a reverse french braid!