You're beautiful inside and out, no matter what,

"Dear sis, you'd love island life. Beautiful sun, wonderful people, umbrella drinks up the kahanalea.

the outside chance of keratoconus and polymegethism,

and the usual tiresome worries about giant papillary conjunctivitis.

The glasses are me, uncompromising and unconceited. Well, not anymore.

and admit that you care about the way you look, even just a little.

But when I put them on and look in the mirror again, I think...

And you like that Daria better than the Daria who cares about her looks.

and I understand and respect your objection to contacts,

and their own ignorance.

the real you... the you-ness inside.

and obviously a new wardrobe.

but I wouldn't do so if I didn't think you had the inner strength to hear and to heed.

He became the poor guy formerly known as the prince?

So to hell with them and what they think of you and your glasses."

The glasses are you.

Pass the cookie dough.

That's what's the matter.

By the way, Daria,

And you call yourself a friend.