I used to hate my nose. Growing up I said if I could change my nose, I would be beautiful and there was nothing else I would change (if only I knew – I didn’t even appreciate all the great things about myself – such as luxurious hair, could eat whatever I wanted, perfect skin).
One day around 15 I began to learn photoshop skills. Wanting to see what the beautiful version of Marisa looked like I photoshopped my nose straight and smaller. For one fraction of a second, I thought it was breathtaking. The next fraction of a second and thereafter, I hated it. Why it didn’t look anything like me! The girl in the photo was WEIRD and not me at all!
Miraculous, isn’t it? With a couple of CTRL+Z’s, I had my normal nose back. What a sigh of relief. Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could do that in real life? Experiment with looks and then hit the undo button?
From that day forward, I didn’t want to change myself that dramatically any more. I am always trying to be the most healthy beautiful version of me, but feel no need to carve bone here. Ever since that fateful day with photoshop, I wouldn’t change my nose even if I was in a car wreck and it could be harmlessly worked in along with reconstructive surgery. Besides, when Fiddler on the Roof became popular, everyone told me I looked like Tzeitel.