Here it goes:
- I have had plastic surgery. A nose job. Rhinoplasty. Such a pleasant word isn't it? Rhino. Anyway, I was teased ALOT by a certain boy in school about my nose and ever since then I had been totally self-concious about it. Then in junior high I needed glasses. I'm not sure if you remember, but the styles of glasses offered in 1992 weren't very small. I felt like I looked like this without the brows and Hitler stash. My dad would say things like, "you've got a nose like your dad kid". My grandpa liked to tease me about my nose too. Enough was enough. I asked for a nose job for my high school graduation present. My parents thought it was ridiculous. When I started my job, the older people at work always commented that I looked like Barbara Streisand. So did visitors to the company, check-out clerks at stores, etc. Finally, when I turned 25 I decided I was going to do it. I found a great surgeon and he fixed me up. I still look like me just without the bumpy pointy schnoz. Not too little, not too big. Just right for me.
I'm being pulled away, but stay tuned for number 2. I promise I'll deliver all 10 eventually. Gotta go!
1 comment:
As long as you're happy, then that's all that matters. If I could afford it, I'd get a boob job and some lypo tomorrow. But gotta win that lottery first...
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