For the longest time, I was absolutely obsessed with my nose. It was a massive complex for me. Growing up, I felt so insecure about it that I spent years just waiting for the day I could finally convince my parents that surgery was the only way I’d ever feel okay in my own skin. I was sixteen, counting down the days until I could finally get it fixed. Then, I headed into New York City to consult with one particular plastic surgeon. What happened during that appointment was honestly something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. First off, the vibe of the place totally threw me—it wasn't messy or anything, but the realization that you're essentially letting someone hack away at your face in some private residence was terrifying enough to make me want to bolt. And then there was the doctor... man, those people are nothing but butchers. Seriously, they're just meatheads with scalpels. After sitting through that nearly hour-long consultation (and $133 what a rip-off that was), I practically sprinted out of his building in tears. I was a total wreck for an entire week. As soon as I got home the next day, I made a vow to myself: I am never, ever mentioning nose surgery again. Fast forward three years, and I still feel the exact same way. In the meantime, I’ve learned to embrace who I am. I realized I'm actually pretty attractive, even if my nose isn't "perfect," and honestly, it’s the only physical flaw I really have. I haven't given the idea of surgery a second thought, especially after I went through that major surgery where doctors were literally fighting to save my life. It taught me that you should never gamble with your health. Today, I am incredibly relieved that I didn't go through with it! 😁