On April 4, 2003, I made a huge decision that would change my life forever. In honor of that decision seven years ago, I thought I would share it with you guys. It’s not something I talk about very often but it’s something that played a huge role in becoming the person I am today.
Growing up, I moved a lot. I was in 3 different second grades. The longest we stayed in one place was about three years. No, my father was not in the military. He did however, have a job that moved him around a lot. I hated the moving. I was really shy and having to leave my friends and start all over felt like torture to me at the time. Looking back, I am ashamed at how horrible I treated my parents during each move. I was so angry with them when they were just doing what they needed to do to best provide for us.
Another reason I hated the moving was because I was teased constantly. I had a really big nose. Really big. I had a large lump on the bridge of my nose. I hated it so much that when I saw a cute guy, I would do everything I could to not turn sideways so that he wouldn’t see how enormous my nose was. When someone was describing me, they said I was “the tall girl with the big nose.” Trust me, I overheard this numerous times. You know the feeling you get when you walk by a group of people and know they were just talking about you? I got that feeling almost every day. My senior year, I had a guy leave me a voicemail on my phone that was about 10 minutes long. The entire message consisted of him calling me awful names and telling me how ugly I was. I hardly even knew the guy. I had done nothing to him.
Shortly after that message I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe some people would have been strong enough to accept themselves and not let it bother them, but I wasn’t that strong. I decided to get a nose job. During spring break of my senior year, I did it. It was really rough and I was humiliated when I was told I had to wear tape on my nose to school for a couple of weeks, but I did it. I don’t have a tiny button nose. I still have my nose but it is a little improved.
Now, I don’t cry anymore when I look in the mirror. Sure there are things about me I would still change, and I have some off days, but I really do accept myself. I love my body. I love my face. I might have been able to get to this point without the surgery, but who knows? All I know is that I made the right decision for me and I am not ashamed of it.
Happy seven year anniversary, you beautiful nose!