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Let me explain.
I have terrible allergies. To cats, to dogs, to dust, to grass, to trees, to . . . the world. Couple that with super pale skin, and I think you understand how red and swollen my nose can get when I’m wheezing and sneezing. I don’t want to make it sound like I was a total outcast as a kid (I wasn’t), but did it hurt when my friends would tease me and call me “Rudolph” or when we were thinking of code-names for our special secret club, and my third grade best friend decided I should be “red-nose”? Hell yeah, it hurt! Did I say anything? No. You know why? Because my nose actually was red. They were only stating the obvious–and I hated that it was true.
Fast forward to sixth grade when I was finally allowed to start wearing a little bit of makeup. Most girls ask for lipstick or mascara first, but not this girl! I wanted cover-up to make my red nose look normal! And man, that first bottle of Maybelline liquid makeup changed my life (and my feelings about my nose). For the first time in forever, I thought I looked normal, maybe even cuteish.

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That one comment from that one (in retrospect, stupid and not all that cute) boy stuck with me and by the time I was in high school, I wanted a nose job more than anything in the world. Of course I knew my mom would say no, so I never even asked, but it was seriously my dream.
Many years later, my grandfather, who I loved more than anything, was very sick, and we all knew he was about to die. I dropped everything and flew out to California to be by his side. They were a very emotional few days, but of all the moments that I cherish with him, there’s one that I’m forever thankful for. The one that gave me “nose peace.”I was sitting by his hospital bed, when he gave me this long, hard look–and grabbed my nose–hard! Then he laughed and said, “You’ve got your grandpa’s nose!” I looked in the mirror and then back at him–at this man I idolized, who meant everything to me–and he was right. My nose looked almost identical to his. And in that instant, I finally saw my nose not as something to be embarrassed of or to hide, but as something to be proud of. I look the way I look because my family looks they way they look. And that? Well, I think that’s pretty cool.
Do you have issues with your nose? Would you ever consider getting a nose job? Can you relate to how I feel about my nose? Tell me everything in the comments!
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this brought tears to my eyes.. truly beautiful.. i want a nose job every day.. and this helped beyond belief.. i think its time we accept ourselves for exactly who we are and not try to change it or let anyone else bother us about it becauase no one is perfect and we are not god to judge anyone by the looks that were that were givent o us through god and birth.
Im 13 and usually I don’t mind my nose, but I feel like it gets in the way!! I really want to get a pixie hair cut, but I’m afraid that it will end out looking terrible because my nose will stand out!! I also feel like it keeps me from looking pretty, or at least a little nice. It’s sort of shapeless, and kind of snub at the bottom, but a bit bigger. I wish that it was a little normal so I xould get a pixie cut in peace
you’re absolutety gorgeous! our noses look almost the same and once again, you’re very beautiful. thanks for making me feel better after days and months of depression! =D
I too have a little oversized nose. I do feel self-conscious about it often, but I too have my grandfather’s nose, as well as my mom’s, and auntie’s, and that makes me feel better. I’ve really learned to stop when I feel self-conscious and think, ‘Why should I care what others think? They don’t like it, that’s their problem!’ However, that doesn’t mean I still don’t feel self-conscious about myself at times.
i hate hated my nose since I was little, an accident happened and it cause a huge unnatural bump on my nose. I now believe I have a huge nose on my face that will never disappear unless I have surgery. My family make fun of it and I know people stare at it, I also try my best to keep it hidden by pretending to itch my nose or playing with my hair when in public. I can never stop thinking about how much I hate it and how ugly it is, and quite frankly I dont think ill have the patience till im 18 to get it fixed, as I am loosing my temper with it at the age of 14. So many of my friends are beautiful with perfect noses and Im the ugly one that stands out from all of them, and I just wish that it will be fixed one day in my life
I hate my nose only when I look to the side. I have a bump on it. Its just s lil bump but it bugs me so much. I just want to to be straight. Its sometimes hard for me to breathe from it. When I was like 13 thats when the teasing began. My whole family made fun of it. Especially my dad, my brother, and my mom. It’s weird because I had a small straight nose when I was small so I have no idea how my nose got like this. No body in my family has a bump on their nose and I mean nobody. So I think I injured it when I was small because my septum is kinda deviated. Well anyways my dad would call me big nosed and so would my brother. My mom would touch my nose and try to make it straight and I would be like what are you doing? Then I would tell her Im going to get a nose job and she’s like don’t do that. I don’t get her sometimes. Even tho my family has made fun of me I finally told them I’m saving up for a nose job. My brother and dad said don’t do that. Even tho they made fun of me for so long. My bro’s like I wont ever talk to you again. Nobody at school has told me anything but I had a boyfriend once and every time I would look to the side he would touch my nose bump. And them my friend would too. It annoyed me because I hated my nose. Well long story short I have 400 $ saved up and I have decided I want one. But I’m happy you like yours because I love your nose way better.
btw I’m 18 years old now. Trying to get it done before I start college.
I hate my nose only when I look to the side. I have a bump on it. Its just s lil bump but it bugs me so much. I just want to to be straight. Its sometimes hard for me to breathe from it. When I was like 13 thats when the teasing began. My whole family made fun of it. Especially my dad, my brother, and my mom. It’s weird because I had a small straight nose when I was small so I have no idea how my nose got like this. No body in my family has a bump on their nose and I mean nobody. So I think I injured it when I was small because my septum is kinda deviated. Well anyways my dad would call me big nosed and so would my brother. My mom would touch my nose and try to make it straight and I would be like what are you doing? Then I would tell her Im going to get a nose job and she’s like don’t do that. I don’t get her sometimes. Even tho my family has made fun of me I finally told them I’m saving up for a nose job. My brother and dad said don’t do that. Even tho they made fun of me for so long. My bro’s like I wont ever talk to you again. Nobody at school has told me anything but I had a boyfriend once and every time I would look to the side he would touch my nose bump. And them my friend would too. It annoyed me because I hated my nose. Well long story short I have 400 $ saved up and I have decided I want one. But I’m happy you like yours because I love your nose way better.
I don’t hate my nose (xept 4 the scar on it), but I DO have problems with my eyes. Boys at school call me “rabid squirrel,” especially in math class, since they’re bigger than most people’s eyes. This story gave me inspiration 2 stand up 4 myself next time those JERKS make a comment! Thnx!!!