Everyone in my life knows that I love a good beak. This is a fact. Despite many people's sense that I am being sarcastic when I say it, the reality is I have always genuinely loved girls with a unique nose.
The best I can tell, the origin of this phenomenon stems from two events that occurred in my life when I was a teenager.
First, there was my very first girlfriend. I thought she was beautiful and, essentially, broke up with her because my best friend used to make fun of her nose. Many, MANY years later, he admitted to me that he only did it because he was jealous and he thought she was gorgeous. Teenage boys (myself included) suck.
Secondly, well quite simply... Debbie Gibson. She was, and still is, insanely beautiful to me. Meeting her was one of the highlights of my life. She's sweet and gorgeous.
So here's the irony. Ever since I was a kid, I have always been extremely insecure about my own nose. It has always been something that has kept me from being truly confident in myself.
Until recently, I never saw the hipocrasy in the idea that I would literally tell women that the very cause of their own insecurity was their single greatest physical attribute to me. Yet, I never believed anyone I dated when they told me they liked mine.
Life is not all about the physical. I get that. But this note is about how closely the emotional and the physical truly are linked.
If I am going to be this new improved version of myself, then I need to be honest on all levels.
I'm proud of me. Proud of how far I've come in the past few months. Proud of who I am emotionally... And physically. If I truly love a good beak... Then I have to start with my own.
It only took 40 years to embrace it.
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