![]() I nearly backed out of getting plastic surgery, firstly because I was scared of any form of surgery, and secondly because I had a lot of my Christian friends telling me that I shouldn’t because God made me that way. My nose was far more hideous than any of theirs was. Some people did tell me it was OK, and no worse than Lady Di, or Barbra Streisand, or even Barry Manilow, but that made me feel worse if anything. I thought that I would never be acceptable or likeable. What people didn’t realise was that I was often in tears under the mask. It was a way I could participate without having to be glamorous and beautiful, and I could cover my face with a mask. I knew that I’d never get picked out to be a carnival queen or be the belle of the ball, and I think it is this which encouraged me to first start dressing up as characters. Soon I learn not to say much as everything I said got parroted back at me. Kids used to mimic me by holding or putting a clothes peg on their nose and over enunciating to sound like I did. ![]() There was nothing decorative about my nose, and it even affected my voice as I had a permanently blocked nose which gave it an adenoidal quality, which made me a figure of fun. This feature made me look aggressive and pugnacious, which of course I was not, but people judge by looks so I was branded a bad ‘un.īeing a girl made this even worse, as girls are expected to be decorative. I would say that my nose more resembled a cartoon of Hiawatha the Indian than it did Pinocchio’s. ![]() I must have been very truthful then, as I didn’t have a big nose anyway, but my nose was broken and misshapen from a rough hockey match and had not been snapped back, and bent downwards with a swollen bridge. I went through school being called ‘Concorde’ like the supersonic aircraft, and ‘Pinocchinose’, a bizarre and creative contraction of ‘Pinocchio’ and ‘nose’, as Pinocchio was famous for his nose growing longer every time he told a lie. For the sake of my own sanity and my own confidence. (rhinoplasty) I know a lot of people frown on plastic surgery, especially those of a particular religious persuasion like the Brethren I was brought up with, who said that ‘God made me that way’, but I had to do it.
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