Testament to my Nose

Just a reminder
of what I looked
like before we
forget forever

10 months can definitely alter how you think, what you recognize, and what you consider to be the normal (and preferred) version of your face. I took my nose ring out today. I hadn't had it in for even a year, but it had definitely become a permanent part of my appearance. It took a surprising amount of courage to take it out (yes, yes, anyone who had seen me over the past week knew how unpleasant it looked, and that it obviously had a vendetta against me inspiring it to grow that giant infected lump AGAIN). I think, like my last post, this can all come down to vanity. Vanity before health, and vanity before pain. haha, not that the same vanity didn't inspire me to take it out and rid myself of the giant red spot... which is still there, and actually much worse. Damn it, I liked my nose ring. I had become accustomed to seeing it there every time I looked in the mirror. It was actually a part of my face. It also took a lot of bravery and inspiration to convince me to get it pierced in the first place. So maybe I've lost something that meant something to me. Something that I had come to recognize as an element of myself. Or, maybe I'm just pissed off that it cost $60 to have it pierced, and that it hurt like Fuck to take it out.