Hey guys, this is me and my big nose. Sometimes I don’t like it and I feel like I’m not as beautiful because of it. But then I remind myself that the only reason I feel bad about it is because of eurocentric beauty standards that are put in place to make most people feel bad about themselves and so some rich old dudes can make money off of imposed insecurities. Also it makes me look different and reflects my heritage and where my family came from. And that’s beautiful. There is no wrong way to be. Love yourself. Love your nose. It makes you, you.
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me and my big nose, trying to accept it every day. all of you guys are so beautiful! :)
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My nose has been my weakness ever since I developed the notorious bump on the bridge. Some days I wake up and stare at it, desperately trying to bend it into a shorter form, but most days I look at it as an old friend that I wouldn’t be the same without. Just like my half-curly-half-straight hair, laugh wrinkles, high forehead, and crooked lower teeth, my nose is an imperfection that I sometimes hate, but mostly they add into the whole of my face. I used to be very insecure, but now I have a very high self-esteem (mostly) and my friends say they wish they were as confident as me. Embrace the face, whatever it has on it!
I have a large nose which I like to hide with my various glasses (work, casual, ect). Its really not that bad there’s just this one angle that accentuates the bulbousness of my nose. This site has helped me accept who I am physically (to an extent I’m still working on it). I should be proud of the way I look. Heck I look a little Greek and that’s more interesting than looking like a boring run of the mill American.
Among the many things I was bullied for in middle school, my nose was a popular target. Fortunately, attending an art high school had wiped my former vow of rhinoplasty at eighteen out of my mind, when I became valued and loved for the very things that had been such a great source of shame for me as a middle-schooler.
Recently, my Doberman slammed his skull into my nose and broke it. My mother managed to set it but my slight bump became, imperceptibly to others, more pronounced. I’m sure that all of you, like me, have spent hours staring at your nose in the mirror, running your fingers along the bump, holding up a second mirror to examine your profile. I knew my nose by heart. The break, initially traumatic, gave me a new reason to love my nose: it became an act of rediscovery, as the weeks passed and the swelling went down, and by running my fingernail along the bridge, I detected bumps and changes that had not been there before.
With every life change, I learn new parts of myself, like reading chapters in a book that only grows as you turn the pages. My broken nose ironically gave me even more confidence in myself, and gave me something new to love about myself, a secret of my own to whisper.
You are all perfect. As my mother once told me, I will tell you: “You are not beautiful. You are striking. And striking is better. Striking means that people will turn in the street to look upon you again.”
so i’ve got the worst of both sides, the big part from my dad, and the round part from my mom. I really hate that my brothers have “normal” noses and im stuck with this one, but im learning to love it!
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Hey there and thanks for being so awesome : > You’ve inspired me to create a blog, and I was wondering if I could promote it here~
I’m happy to promote it! Thanks for following!