Last fall, after decades of vision so poor I couldn’t recognize my closest friends across a small room without glasses, I paid $10,000 for ICL surgery , a newish LASIK alternative in which permanent contact lenses are installed in one’s eyeballs. Besides the somewhat daunting, monthlong course of prescription eye drops that followed, recovery was swift. I’ve had no major medical complications, only subtle psychological ones: Improving my vision, I realized, impaired the way I saw myself.
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I looked in the mirror and saw only my face staring back at me. No brow-hiding frames, no eye-distorting lenses. And most crucially, perhaps, was my nose: bare, no longer horizontally bifurcated by a ridge of black acetate.
In a good mood, on a good