Sadly, this nose-loving stage flew by in an instant. In seventh grade, I went to this boy Martin’s birthday party. He had invited some guy friends from another school, and there was this one super cute boy I’d never met before. Of course when we played spin the bottle, I hoped his spin would land on me–that’s until I heard him refer to me as “the girl with the wide nose.” I actually got up from the game and went to the bathroom to obsess over my nose in the mirror (naturally, it suddenly looked super wide to me) and, yes, to cry.
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!