Shawn L. Bird

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decorating August 3, 2010

Filed under: Pondering,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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This is a draft that I think will turn into something else later.  However, at the moment, it is this!  lol

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Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was the only child of doting parents. She was happy. She was admired. Her life was perfect.

The little girl grew up, and as she grew, she was happier. She liked herself. The curves of womanhood were celebrated. The eyes were admired. Everything she saw in the mirror was satisfying. She was thoroughly proud of every part of herself.

Except her nose.

She disliked the round nose with the ski jump and the tip that bounced when she talked.

“There’s nothing wrong with it!” assured her mother.

“It’s just like mine!” bragged her father.

The girl looked at her father’s large hook nose that tilted off to the side to show that he’d been a boxer in his youth and tears came to her eyes.

“If you really hate it,” remarked her best friend, “you can always go to a plastic surgeon and get it fixed.”

And so the girl pondered. She thought. She mulled. She studied. She considered.  What nose would she have if she had a perfect nose?  She knew exactly what she’d trim, and precisely where she’d tip.  She visualized her face with this perfect nose, and realised there was a problem.

She knew how proud she was of herself, and she realised that if her nose was to her liking, she would feel beyond beautiful. She knew her head would fill with herself (and being an only doted upon child, it was already quite full of satisfaction). She would become too pompous for other people to be around. She had obviously been created with this unattractive nose to protect her from vanity. It was the only tether to humility she had. She had to keep it.

Years went by. If anything, the nose began to resemble the father’s even more. The grown girl, now a woman, despaired of it, but determined to celebrate the source of her humility. She adorned the dreaded nose with a jewel, that caught the sun and twinkled merrily.  Whenever she caught sight of the glinting gem she smiled to herself, and thanked heaven for her distinctive nose.

 

What do you think?