My husband and I both grew up with poor eyesight, and our history of nerdy, giant glasses is something we’ve joked about almost from the time we met. When we first started dating in college, I visited his parents’ house and saw a picture of him in fifth grade. He was tall, lanky and tan, but it was hard to see his face because it was half-covered by huge glasses. It was eerily familiar, and I realized I had the female version of that exact same photo. Read more…
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I'm Angela, but you can call me Ang, Tall Curly Biscuit, or TCB. If you're over the age of 70, you may claim dementia and call me Big Curly; otherwise, you risk getting punched in the face. I never got over that kid in high school calling me "Thunder Thighs" in the disturbing and vulgar note in which he asked me out. He was just learning English, but still. 
