2 years ago
thought this was a lovely piece-- I appreciated the range of experiences shared. i have a big italian nose, and i used to absolutely HATE it. i don't remember when exactly i started to accept it, but i think eventually it grew too exhausting to constantly feel so self conscious of it. my younger sister reminds me of how i once felt-- she's a few years behind me and has yet to reach the same acceptance. when i try to console her, i remind her it's a trait that marks us a family. yet i still agree with her painfully vain but likely true assertion that "we'd be so much prettier with a regular nose." to me, it's radical to be able to accept my nose AND agree with her: maybe it's true and maybe it's not, but i've got other things i'd rather wander about!