The Thoughtful Spot 3: My Nose Isn't Centered on My Face... and other ramblings
My Nose Isn't Centered on my Face
My nose is not centered on my face. I don't know why I noticed this yesterday in the mirror of the bathroom at work. It's not the first oddity I've outlined when casually glancing at my physical self, but it might be the one that has perplexed me the most thus far. I've always known my glasses didn't sit right due to one ear being ever so slightly higher than the other... [I'm constantly fidgeting w/ the little rubber nose rest thingies in the middle.] I've been painfully aware of my hooked-nose profile which was loudly presented to me by a very mean boy in junior high who quite literally, guffawed, pointed and exclaimed, "Dude! You have a witch's nose!" But, what would have prompted me, after 32 years of living with this very same nose and this very same face (plus or minus a few freckles, wrinkles and renegade eyebrow hairs) to finally realize that my nose may be just a fraction left of center? (My left, not yours, if you were keeping track.)
I suppose we may never know the answer to that question. But, the fact of the matter remains: I am slightly asymmetrical.
Asymmetry aside, I'm fairly comfortable in my skin. I've gained and lost a few pounds here and there over the years. But, I still fit into t-shirts that I wore in junior high. [The pants are a slightly different story, but mostly because, after giving birth to two lovely boys, I'm a bit curvier in some places than I used to be... that, and I really, REALLY like ice cream - but, I'm going with the motherhood story for now.]
I've tried out a bunch of different hair cuts
Haven't decided on one yet, but I think I'm close. Probably by the time I'm 52-ish I'll have it all figured out.
I'm in shape, and I'm healthy. I hate my glasses, but I can't fix my eyes, so I've settled into that one. I've been told I have a sexy back, and I really like my arms. I have terrible circles under my eyes, but I'll lay that card in the motherhood pile and hope it resolves in 18 to 20 years.
My point, if I may be so bold to suggest that I have one, is that I am one of the lucky few who notice a lot of their physical flaws and are simply o.k. with them. I like to dress up and look nice for special occasions, but other than that, I've just never been all that focused on what I look like. And yet, I am obsessed with this new development.
I don't think I'm upset by it so much as fascinated. Granted I don't look at my own face very often... Its tough to do without a mirror. Go ahead, try it. I'll wait.
[Please leave a comment below if you were successful, I'm very curious as to how you did it.]
Back to my very loosely defined "point" I think I am just incredulous over the fact that after 32 years, there are still things about my body that I am totally unaware of. Which got me to thinking... What else about myself do I have left to learn?
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