I remember the first time I saw my nose in profile. I must h..
Added 2024-10-30 12:41:09 +0000 UTCI remember the first time I saw my nose in profile. I must have been about 15. I just wanted to take a picture of my ear with a new earring. And then I saw it—a bumpy shape jutting sharply out from a small, rounded forehead. And that lower lip sticking out, the heavy double chin. A disaster. Since then, I’ve lived with the thought that I never want to see myself from the side again. I also began to think about getting a rhinoplasty. I love Greek noses—straight with a soft bridge. I dream of having one like that.
But today, for the first time in years, I looked at myself again. Nothing has changed since then, except for some added wrinkles and pigmentation from acne scars. And yet, somehow, I feel indifferent. No excitement, no acceptance—just a quiet, disappointing indifference. Back then, ten years ago, I hoped I would become someone else. But as time passed, I’m still me.
