“I permanently changed my eye color with BrightOcular and lovin it,” Tameka ‘Tiny’ Harris wrote on Instagram.

It’s official.  Tameka ‘Tiny’ Harris, T.I.’s boo, has the bluest eye.  Her eye color, thanks to a surgical procedure by BrightOcular, has gone from drab and brown to a cool ice gray.  To borrow a verse from Drake Drizzy, Oh Lord, BP from a hunderd to two hunderd real quick.

Real quick.

The price of beauty is never too high for women.  Some women will do anything—go crazy—for a little blue sky in the eye.  In Tiny’s case, a wintry ice gray.

Did you hear the story about a pitifully unattractive black girl of about twelve or so, with a protruding potbelly, who visited a self-proclaimed psychic and faith healer to ask for blue eyes.  They say he tricked her into poisoning an old sick dog and declared the mutt’s sudden death a sign from God that her wish would be granted.   No marigolds bloomed for her that fall either.

Tiny seems to think that if you surgically change your eye color in Tunisia that it’s much safer than having the procedure in Panama.  A woman who had the procedure in Panama went blind.

The woman went blind.

Hmmm, to never see Jay Z’s fluffy chinchilla sky in October.  To never experience the leaves glow passion-fruit red.  To never again watch the leaves go from gold to bronze like cheap earrings and spill to the grass like cornflakes.  To never feel the otherworldly CandyLand thrill of a rainbow overhead.  To never again see the moon, heavy and yellow, hanging low like a belly in the sky.  To never witness balloons in flight or rainbows on bubbles in the bath.  To never see the rain run down the street or, in the distance, fall gray, like pencil strokes, from the clouds.

Could you imagine never seeing your children or a brilliant day in fall again?

There is beauty in everything, even in the fall days that Tiny finds so drab and brown like her former eye color.  Every light eventually dims.  Even stars in the sky.  Going blind would mean relegating authentic beauty to memory—having to recall true beauty from nothing—from something as untrustworthy, nebulous, and full of holes as clouds.

“The risks [of having artificial irises surgically implanted] can be sight-threatening and can include glaucoma, cataract and corneal problems.”  –Dr. James C. Tsai, president of New York Eye and Ear Infirmary of Mount Sinai.

Tiny’s money might have been better spent on a copy of Toni Morrison’s novel, “The Bluest Eye.”  But since she’s heading down this plastic road, let’s take her by the hand and walk with her—because maybe there’s no need to hold our breath dreading for her children the day that her artificial irises cause her to go blind.  She’s already blind. Red, black, or green.  With or without color contacts.  Anybody with eyes can see that what was broken or busted on this Barbie was not the goop in her eye sockets.  It’s the goop in her head.

And perhaps her pug nose.

In the meantime, let’s hope Tiny’s not wrapping herself up in a cloak of madness and comforting herself with delusions of the whole brown and drab world turning green with envy over her miraculous blue ice gray eyes.

We’re not.