Over the weekend, my husband and boys and I were with extended family. And as we do when we're together, we took lots of pictures. Just after I posed for one with my little sister, she noticed me studying my phone.
"What...is it a bad one? Don't tag me on it if you put it on Facebook," she said.
"No, it's fine...I mean, you look fine," I said. "But there's something wrong with my face in all of these."
She laughed. "You accept too many ex-boyfriends on your Facebook page," she said. "It makes you overly critical of all of your pictures." She grabbed my phone to have a look herself, and I watched her smile fade and her brow furrow as she, too, studied the photo.
"Well, damn, Shay, you're right. There is something on your face." She looked up at me. "But there's nothing there right now." She looked back down at the phone. "What the hell is that?"
And then suddenly, it dawned on me. I gasped, because it was one of those epiphanies that you wished you hadn't had. Sure, you were wiser about something in that moment--but it was something shitty and there was nothing you could do about it...so what did that wisdom gain you but unhappiness?
Because the "something" in the picture was the shadow cast across my face...BY MY OWN NOSE.
I heard once that ears and noses are some of the only body parts that continue to grow on us as we age. Have you ever seen a 90-year old in person? HUGE ears and nose.
I suppose I've reached the point in life where my nose is now at the length, in lighting that's just so, to cast a monstrous shadow across my face.
Where did we go wrong, God?
Where did we go wrong?
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