“Honker, Schnoz, I’ve Heard it All.”
My nose isn’t just huge, it hooks over at the end. It doesn’t matter that I have nice eyes or great hair, even high cheekbones…it’s always embarrassed me and to say it tanks my self-esteem is understatement. I’ve been listening to nose jokes since I was little. And it never stops hurting. People can really be cruel and I’m so tired of it. I can’t get away from how my nose looks and how it distorts my whole face. I need to change it. It’s not that I’m looking for perfection, but a nose that fits the rest of me, and makes me feel more confident.
“It’s the First Thing You See.”
I got my father’s nose. (Thanks, Dad) It’s really wide and stretches across my face actually making my nostrils show. To have conversations, to trade smiles, to confront issues, you have to look someone in the face. You can’t hide it. I hate when I have to give presentations at work. I avoid taking phots at all costs; I don’t have a good side. I can’t imagine a guy wanting to talk to me, let alone kiss me. It’s gross, and no one can tell me otherwise. Am I neurotic about it? I won’t lie. “Yes. Absolutely.” And I really believe it’s for good reason. Wanting to change it, doesn’t make me a vain person, it just makes me want to feel comfortable in my own skin.
“You’ll Grow Into It.”
Parents will tell you anything. They love you and think you’re beautiful. I’m only in high school, but there’s a hump on my nose like a camel. My girlfriends are always comparing notes on what they hate about their bodies, and noses comes up at the top of the list. One friend has a ski slope, another a teeny button with a tip at the end. It bothers us all. Regardless of my age, I’m mature enough to know what I want and what the process involves. I’ve told my parents over and over I want to have it fixed and over and over I hear, “ you’re not getting a nose job! It’s part of who you are.” I cry a lot. Then I cry more. I sulk, I keep begging. If I could only convince them to go with me to get a consultation, it would be a huge step. That isn’t asking too much, is it?
“Forget Looking Like Barbara Streisand.”
Her nose made Hollywood history. She’s supposed to be a role model for having a nose that’s strong and regal. What does that mean? My profile is never going to be a star. And speaking of stars, if you Google celebrity noses, (doesn’t everyone Google everything?) other celebs like Claire Danes, Viola Davis, Lea Michele and even Giselse Bundchen are applauded for imperfections most anyone would aspire to want. I’d never walk into a doctor’s office with their pictures and say, “give me this nose, please.” Actually, although I’ve heard people do, I’d never walk in with pictures of anyone else. I’m realistic. And that’s the kind of nose I want. One that fits who I am and how I feel inside.
“It Has to be Right.”
When you think about it, what needs to be perfect is the doctor who performs the surgery. Rhinoplasty is pretty complex. Not only does your nose have to match your face, but each part of the nose has to be in harmony with the rest. Choosing the right surgeon isn’t like getting a general contractor to do complicated plumbing or electrical work. A detailed overview of getting a nose job is essential. A millimeter or two can make a huge difference in the result. I actually didn’t have to search like a manic to find the right doctor. Dr. Thomas A. Narsete’s name kept coming up. He’s so understanding. He gets the whole picture. He has unmatched skills. His results are so natural. One friend actually called him “a genius”. Well, I’m going to be a genius and call for an appointment now.