My brown eyes have always been a cause of disappointment for most of my life. I see others around with beautiful blues, greens, hazels, and mixtures of beautiful colors. I used to be so angry that I got stuck with brown eyes.
Now I have come to really love them: the shape, the color, the fact that they are mine.
I guess that goes for a lot of things about myself. I have grown to love things I used to hate because they were not what I thought was beautiful at the time.
My beauty standards were based on what I saw on TV, movies, and magazines. I wanted light eyes, straight thick hair, long legs, and a slender figure.
I see now that my brown eyes, curls, short and muscular legs, and curvy figure are not only okay, but they are beautiful.
This is my wife… And I love her eyes.