By Meghan McSharry (WAG).
For as long as I can remember, I have been self-conscious about my nose. It started in high school – you know, those awkward years where you really start to care about your appearance, you play around with your personal “look” and your primary concern is getting a date for the prom.
Many people never noticed the bump on my nose. But to me, it was something that stuck out on my face, both literally and figuratively. As I became a teenager, the bump grew more visible from the profile view and the bridge of my nose was crooked from the front, thanks to an unfortunate accident with a baseball during high school. I had been telling my mom since I was 15 or 16 that, one day, I would get a nose job.