Up With Shnozes
I’m thinking of starting an exclusive club called Hot Moms With Shnozes (HMWS.)
Jen at Get in the Car met Bossy on her grand Saturn tour across America and Jen mentioned Bossy commenting on her nose being cute. Jen declared that Bossy would be receiving her rhinoplasty fund as she’s apparently always thought her nose is a little on the well-endowed side.
Miss C has told me more than once lately that she does not like her nose. Now Miss C has a “perfect” little straight nose in my opinion. Miss A does, too. So far it looks like they’ve inherited their noses from their Daddy. Miss C wants my nose genes, however, which are inherited from my own Daddy.
“Mommy I want a crooked nose like yours!”
The girl wants a crooked nose.
(Smacks self on the forehead and wonders how to deal with that one.)
“Miss C you have a beautiful nose! It’s like Cinderella’s nose. People want a nose like yours.”
“I don’t like it. It’s stupid and, and…it’s too straight!”
(Smacks self on the forehead again.)
And then I explain to my daughter that I haven’t always liked my nose. That, in fact, I sometimes wish I had a cute little straight nose just like hers.

In those hormone-riddled years of high school and junior high, especially, I obsessed over the imperfectness of my nose and wondered what ever happened to my cute little straight nose from elementary school days. Now I realize how silly and superficial that was. Oh the unnecessary crooked nose angst!
Go forth and celebrate your crooked nose, admire your freckles, love your love handles, cherish your chubby cheeks, covet your curly hair…whatever unique physical features that make you you. Because someone may truly long for what you see in your self as physical imperfection, and that someone may be your own child.







