Clothespins don't work

When I was young, I didn’t like my nose. To others, it looked fine, but to me, it was ugly. With my face being round, with chubby cheeks and a double chin, the bulbous bit that protruded outwards didn’t help.

It was rather wide, round, and turned upwards at the tip, where you could see the olive pits that were my nostrils. When I saw the noses of other kids, mine felt out of place. I wanted an angular, aquiline nose; Romanesque, like most people from my culture.

Doing what every child does to remedy the situation of resembling Mr. Potato Head with better hair, I tried squeezing my nose with my fingers, using tape to hold it together, and clothespins to tighten the bridge.

Note to others: clothespins don’t work, they hurt.

As I grew, my face changed, but my nose didn’t. My face isn’t as round as it once was, in fact, it’s rather narrow. The nose is still rather wide, round, and turned upwards at the tip. As a matter of fact, there’s also a dimple under the bridge.

And, that’s what makes it distinctive. I may never get the nose that I want, but I got the nose that I was born with… unfortunately.