People have been telling me since I was a little girl that my eyes were much different than any they'd seen before. And they are weird, you'll notice if you look closely, because they contain both cold and warm colors; blue, green, grey, yellow, orange, all swirl around. Yet, I'd never looked into my own eyes before today, and it was one of the most riveting yet terrifying things that I have ever done. Colors that I can't even name cascade through the iris, met by a wall of white surrounding it. I was shocked at what I was seeing.
Then I thought...
Is this what people see when they first meet me? Or when they first see me face-to-face? Is this the first dose of me that people receive? What do people think when they look into my eyes and study their colors, texture, and depth? What do they see?
They probably notice the blue-green hue they possess, the happiness that they hold, but is it true that the "eyes are the windows to the soul"?
People don't see the hurt I've felt, or the wrong I've done, or the success I've had. They see only the superficial, outward, and the current. The skin-deep, surface-tip of who I am is the only thing that is seen...most of them will never know what's hiding underneath.
"Windows to the soul" isn't necessarily accurate. The truth is, the eyes aren't windows. They're veils. They're the way of hiding what's actually underneath, what people are actually feeling, what they've been through and what they've suffered. My eyes hold happiness, and hide the deep negativity in my life.
People don't see what the eyes don't reveal.
