Hello!
I've created this page as an outreach to the good of humanity, and I'm sure after you have read what I have to say that you will support my cause.
A Little Background:
I was born to a pair of hitch-hiking hippies in 1981. One, my mother, Swedish & English and the other, my biological father, Romanian. The two split shortly after I was born, and my mother took me to the east coast to be raised. Long story short, we never heard from the sperm donor or anyone in his family again. Luckily, my body type was not inherited from my mother's side. Unfortunately, however, neither was my nose.
I didn't even realize how big it was until I came in third in a beauty pageant and heard some people talking about my pageant photo. I always felt awkward, as teens do, but this wasn't something I could just cover up with makeup. I would try to make up for my huge nose in other places.. like boosting my tiny breasts with waterbras or cutting my shorts so short you could see my cheeks. Yes, I was a teenager looking for any kind of positive attention, because I was so embarrassed by the feature that I was stuck with. Guys would tell me how "hot" I'd be if I got a nose job (screw them). My drunk friends would confide to me that I would look better after one, which of course I already knew but that didn't make me feel any better. As I grew older, I did grow into my nose some, but the stigma remains and I am still uncomfortable with my profile. I absolutely hate having my photo taken from the side. I have stood in front of the mirror practicing angles with my digital camera, so that you can't tell how big it really is in any photos I take.
I have come to be more accepting about my appearance now that I am a bit older, but I feel that I have spent my best days feeling only sub-par about the way I look. I feel that, the father who disappeared all those moons ago stuck me with his most UN-endearing feature, along with his last name has bound me to live this large-nosed life. Why should I have to go through life (a) looking like someone I have absolutely no positive feelings towards, and (b) hating the way I look? I've already begun the paperwork to get rid of the last name. I am the only person I know with it and it's a weird feeling to be uncomfortable in your own skin AND family name. I don't belong to these features.. they belong with my father's family.
This is where my reason for creating this page comes in to play.
I have finally chosen a plastic surgeon to perform my surgery. As we all know, the economy is not doing so well right now and as a receptionist I make barely enough to scrape by every month with bills rent and groceries. I am able to put aside maybe $50 a month to put towards this life-changing event. At $6,000, I am pretty much chasing the dragon here because the price goes up before I can save enough. At this rate, I'll be 50 before this will ever happen. I have quit smoking cigarettes to prepare for this, and to get my new life started on the right foot. This is helping with the saving money thing, but not much. So I guess that all leads up to the bottom line.
I'm not looking for any tears or pats on the back. This isn't meant to be some boo-hoo my life sucks and I can't do anything about it page. Because my life does not suck and I am not really all that down on myself. We all have hang-ups on things about ourselves, and I'm just on a mission to fix mine. If I could do it alone, I would. But I do know that there could be a lot of people out there who can understand what I'm feeling and be willing donate to my cause (remember the girl who made a page like this and got her boobs paid for?) I am grateful for donations of any amount. The karma you receive in return will be filled with light and love.
I've created this page as an outreach to the good of humanity, and I'm sure after you have read what I have to say that you will support my cause.
A Little Background:
I was born to a pair of hitch-hiking hippies in 1981. One, my mother, Swedish & English and the other, my biological father, Romanian. The two split shortly after I was born, and my mother took me to the east coast to be raised. Long story short, we never heard from the sperm donor or anyone in his family again. Luckily, my body type was not inherited from my mother's side. Unfortunately, however, neither was my nose.
I didn't even realize how big it was until I came in third in a beauty pageant and heard some people talking about my pageant photo. I always felt awkward, as teens do, but this wasn't something I could just cover up with makeup. I would try to make up for my huge nose in other places.. like boosting my tiny breasts with waterbras or cutting my shorts so short you could see my cheeks. Yes, I was a teenager looking for any kind of positive attention, because I was so embarrassed by the feature that I was stuck with. Guys would tell me how "hot" I'd be if I got a nose job (screw them). My drunk friends would confide to me that I would look better after one, which of course I already knew but that didn't make me feel any better. As I grew older, I did grow into my nose some, but the stigma remains and I am still uncomfortable with my profile. I absolutely hate having my photo taken from the side. I have stood in front of the mirror practicing angles with my digital camera, so that you can't tell how big it really is in any photos I take.
I have come to be more accepting about my appearance now that I am a bit older, but I feel that I have spent my best days feeling only sub-par about the way I look. I feel that, the father who disappeared all those moons ago stuck me with his most UN-endearing feature, along with his last name has bound me to live this large-nosed life. Why should I have to go through life (a) looking like someone I have absolutely no positive feelings towards, and (b) hating the way I look? I've already begun the paperwork to get rid of the last name. I am the only person I know with it and it's a weird feeling to be uncomfortable in your own skin AND family name. I don't belong to these features.. they belong with my father's family.
This is where my reason for creating this page comes in to play.
I have finally chosen a plastic surgeon to perform my surgery. As we all know, the economy is not doing so well right now and as a receptionist I make barely enough to scrape by every month with bills rent and groceries. I am able to put aside maybe $50 a month to put towards this life-changing event. At $6,000, I am pretty much chasing the dragon here because the price goes up before I can save enough. At this rate, I'll be 50 before this will ever happen. I have quit smoking cigarettes to prepare for this, and to get my new life started on the right foot. This is helping with the saving money thing, but not much. So I guess that all leads up to the bottom line.
I'm not looking for any tears or pats on the back. This isn't meant to be some boo-hoo my life sucks and I can't do anything about it page. Because my life does not suck and I am not really all that down on myself. We all have hang-ups on things about ourselves, and I'm just on a mission to fix mine. If I could do it alone, I would. But I do know that there could be a lot of people out there who can understand what I'm feeling and be willing donate to my cause (remember the girl who made a page like this and got her boobs paid for?) I am grateful for donations of any amount. The karma you receive in return will be filled with light and love.
