5 Ways to Repair Scratched Glasses — At-Home Fixes That Might Help (With Realistic Expectations!) 👓✨

That tiny scratch on your glasses isn’t “nothing.” It’s a slow, silent thief of clarity, turning headlights into

blinding stars and words into a blur you pretend you can still read. You rub harder. You squint more.

You tell yourself you’ll fix it “soon.” But every DIY trick carries a risk you’re not real… Continues…

That faint hairline scratch can become the moment you realize how fragile your “normal” really is.

A bit of baking soda paste or gentle toothpaste on an old, uncoated pair might buy you a little time,

softening a nick just enough to make them usable again. But on coated, daily-wear lenses,

those same hacks can quietly destroy the very surface that protects your eyes from glare and strain.

So you stand at the sink, microfiber cloth in hand, deciding whether to gamble with your vision

or accept what the damage is telling you: these lenses have done their job.

Prevention—hard cases, real lens cleaner, never using your shirt—

will save the next pair. For this one, the bravest choice may be to stop fighting the scratch,

call your optician, and finally see the world sharp and honest again.

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