Welcome to the Body: AMAZING Carnival!
This post was written as a part of the Body: AMAZING Carnival co-hosted by Jennifer of True Confessions of a Real Mommy and Amy of Anktangle. Carnival participants were invited to write about how we learn to appreciate the ways our bodies grow and change. Our posts explain some incredible ways our bodies impress and amaze us.
Please read to the bottom to find a list of submissions from all of today’s carnival participants.
I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with my nose.
Yes, you read that correctly – my NOSE. That thing with nostrils (and sometimes nose hairs, boogers, or blackheads. . . ) that sits smack dab in the middle of your face.
Interestingly enough, my love/hate relationship with my nose is similar to that of Ashlee Simpson’s. I find it interesting that I have the same insecurity as a celeb. . . and a little depressing that she decided to undergo a cosmetic surgery in order to feel better about her sniffer.
Though she looks beautiful with a perfectly straight nose-slope, I think she was more gorgeous with her real nose.
And I’m starting to see that my nose is gorgeous, too, despite of it’s. . . erm. . . quirky shape.
Why I Hated My Nose
My hate for my nose is purely cosmetic. Growing up, I thought that my nose looked like a witches nose. I thought for the longest time that it was too large. Well, I guess my nose is not so much large, as it is, um, pointy? Strange? Different? Or is it, like Ashlee Simpson’s nose-insecurity, because of the bump in the bridge?
Interestingly enough, in high school, I was asked to model for a painting and drawing class specifically because of my facial profile. A lady at my family’s church had noticed my facial features (including my “ugly” olfactory organ) and approached my mother and father to ask them if she could request that I model for her drawing class because I had a “beautiful Roman profile.”
Still, after loads of people telling me that my nose was beautiful, that my face wouldn’t be my face without it, and that there was no reason to feel insecure . . . I still hated my nose. Until I started loving it.
Learning to Love My Unique Proboscis
Constantly trying to explain to myself why I don’t like my nose led me (after years of wrestling with my insecurities) to this simple thought:
My nose is unique to me, and it is similar in different ways to the noses of my ancestors. God gave me this nose – out of all the other possible genetic combinations, I got this one. And that is a truly special and wonderful thing.
My nose is a product of my mother and father, my grandmothers and grandfathers, and all of my biological relatives that have come before me. If I could see images of the ancestors in my family line, I’m sure there is one in our history that has the very same pointy, humped, quirky shaped nose as I do. And the wonder that surrounds who that person was, and thinking of my connection to all my familial ancestors and the miracle that is my comprehensive inherited facial features. . . it’s teaching me to love my previously hated schnoz.
Besides. . . apparently to some, I’ve got the nose of a Roman Goddess.
And I’m alright with that.
More to read and love about honoring our bodies at these other blogs. Please visit them all and leave some comment love!
Shannon at Pineapples & Artichokes talks about why she’s not worried about how her body looks, because it has a much more important job right now.
Amy W. at Me, Mothering, and Making it All Work shares about her love/hate relationship with a nose that she saw as ugly . . . until she started to learn to love it. Amy W. can also be followed on Twitter and Facebook.
Destany at They Are All of Me writes about releasing the negative notions she was taught about her period, and embracing it instead.
Mandy at Living Peacefully with Children talks about how she had to push through her pre-conditioned comfort level and found herself in a position to naturally be open and honest with her children. More great stuff from Mandy on Facebook.