Why I Love My Big Nose
By Sarah Liston
I've learned that a large nose is like an unusual lamp at a flea market-something you might not have thought you wanted, but once you look at it, it's too interesting to pass up. Now, I often wonder why women chip away at their noses rather than have them augmented when on the surgeon's table. A prominent proboscis is slightly regal and altogether jolie laide. The phrase conjures up artsy, bookish beauties-like the accidentally glamorous, generous-of-nose Sofia Coppola.
So what if I have to buy Breathe Right nasal strips in large, or that, when my yoga instructor says, "Put your forehead on the floor," I sort of can't? I'm cool with my schnoz-so much so that I chose a short hairstyle because it accentuates my profile. It's my trademark, an accessory, the least shy and ambivalent thing about me. Less beak than beacon.