My Feminist Nose Job

Yes, I’ve had one.  No I don’t regret it. These are the first words that come out of my mouth when the waterfall of questions begins.  That waterfall is quite rare, though; I don’t tell people about my elective surgery. Even my father-in-law doesn’t know; I can only imagine his horror. My mother says my nose was perfect, petite and cute- until I hit puberty.  She kept her fingers crossed that I wouldn’t inherit her nose but nature was unkind.


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