People have always told me that I was pretty, but I never really believed it. Sure, I faked it well and I know that I’m not a bad looking girl, but deep down I always had a sore spot. My nose.
I hated side pictures and never posted side photos on the site, as you may have noticed. I hated meeting people or talking to them from the side. I hated walking down the street and wondering if people were looking at my nose. I even hated when boys would take candid photos of me.
I remember in 5th grade someone told me I had a big nose. It stuck with me ever since. I’ve wanted to change my nose since I was 13 years old, but I never actually thought I could. But, as the years progressed, I began being involved with fashion, photos, and meeting people all the time. It became so hard to believe in myself. I was always surrounded with pretty girls with cute little noses.
So, now I’m 18, 19, and 20, and I can’t stop thinking about my nose. I thought that by this age I would embrace it or love myself more? I couldn’t. It hurt even more.
Only a few select people knew how I felt about it because my dad always taught me that no one should know my weaknesses. So, I sucked it up, but I couldn’t do side photos like my friends. I hate videos. I hated candid photos.
Honestly, it made me doubt myself. I always carried this piece of “I’m not good enough” around with me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried about ugly photos or tagged photos where my nose looks big. It was just so embarrassing and I hated myself for something I had no control over. It’s the way I was born!
So that’s when I decided to schedule my rhinoplasty. I think it was the best moment of my life. I will never forget how happy I felt that day.
By no means am I trying to glamorize plastic surgery or changing yourself for others. I did this for myself.
I did it because I finally wanted to believe in myself. I would have done it even if I had to give up all my designer handbags and shoes.
It’s been exactly 29 days since my surgery and I’ve never felt more happy and comfortable in my own skin. Even my own parents tell me that I carry myself differently. I talk to people differently. I finally believe in my own power.It’s stupid, right? Who would have thought that such a thing as a nose could make such a difference? For me it made the whole world change. It made me think differently.
Why am I sharing this? Because it’s not that hard to see the change, and I don’t want to lie about it or hide it. I’m not ashamed of it. I did what I thought was the best for myself and I will never regret doing something that has made me truly incredibly happy and confident in myself.