A long time ago, like in fifth grade, I gave up on being embarrassed that my nose is big, er, I mean distinctive. I guess I realized there's nothing I can do about it.
I have tons of other hangups about my looks, so it's an unusual state of acceptance. Perhaps, as part of my continuing midlife crisis—oops, I mean cris-ortunity—I'll get a small nose piercing.
But I won't get a nose reduction, even though those nasty biologists insist your nose (and ears, good God!) keep growing until the end of your life.
Which of your own features do you like, or at least accept?
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