Everyone always say how big my nose is.
Found this site and thought it was amazeballs that all us big nosed people could gush about our noses! Everyone is soooo gorgeous I had to choose the best pic of me so I can keep up with you all! I am only now starting to get used to my nose - it looks like it’s broken and the end kind of flops over my top lip. When I smile, it flattens out - I swear sometimes I think it’s alive lol
if you knew me you’d know how self conscious i am about my roman nose, and everything really..for 3 years I’ve gone through being clinically depressed, social anxiety disorder, and suicidal thoughts.. i still have it but i guess i numb the pain by taking prozac..
anyways i used to love my nose actually, because living in Australia were practically everyone has small button noses, and are from England. i used to think of it as unique, and carrying my awesome heritage which is Spanish, Greek, and Italian.
but i guess, they all see it as a big imperfection which it is.
i can barely look at myself in the mirror. i hate photos, and your lucky i had the courage to take this picture..;/
but i must say this blog has gave me the confidents, to say I’m really not alone and i guess it’s actually really cool that I’ve got my nose from my heritage. :)
from: Julia 14 year old haha
i’m so glad that this blog exists! my nose has definitely been a huge source of insecurity for me, for many years… but i feel like i’m finally growing into it and i’m feeling ok with it :)
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Hope to grow to love my big nose some day.
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Ever since I was in elementry school I’ve been teased about my nose.it hurt more back then but I’m still hella self conscious about it..I’m fine with it frm the front but as soon as my face hits a profile it’s all nose..still struggling to accept it today!
I’ve hated my nose since I started developing it in 3rd grade. I’ve always loved slightly upturned noses, but mine dips downward, and it dips even more when I smile. Its sort of big, but its the shape I hate most. Some days I can tolerate it, other days I feel so horribly ugly that I pray for a nose job. Im stop considering rhinoplasty, but im trying to accept my nose in case it isn’t a possibility.
I go back and forth between wanting a nose job or thinking ‘fuck what the current society thinks is standardised beauty’ beauty might be in the eye f the beholder…but I live in a city where fake tan, fake breasts and rhinoplasty is the norm…
I used to be bullied all throughout elementary and high school about my nose. I’m still learning to love my nose, but it’s gotten easier with time.
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