The best part of removing your contact lenses is that you can no longer see yourself. 

The extra layer your parents dance around because “they’re worried” yet God forbid honestly slip past your painted lips.              The scars that faded away because you weren’t ballsy enough to go deeper (calculated move?) and don’t you look just like a make-believe doll now

The secrets you scrawl across your thighs in ink instead of blood because you’re grown now and you know how to pretend to breathe.