All Hallow’s Eve is soon upon us & it harkens me back to memories of my childhood. See, the thing is, I had a hook nose, thanks to my Mohawk Iroquois relatives I think — that, or else, it comes from when I remember my desk top hitting the top of my nose — whatever.
Anyway, when I was a child, I can vividly remember playing Witch in the schoolyard and guess what? Christine was always the witch. Fun at the time, I think, but it left me with an inferiority complex. I couldn’t ride the bus on the sideways bench without thinking that the person next to me was staring at the bump in my nose. No big deal, you say? Well, I beg to differ. It is a big deal for a teenager growing up with all kinds of self-esteem issues at the forefront.
So, after many years of inferiority complex, I finally decided at the age of 35 to do something about my insecurity and sought out a surgeon to do a septo-rhinoplasty. I can still remember the sound of the hammer as it broke the cartilege in my nose.
When I came home from the hospital, all black & blue, my dear Mom said I looked like Barbara Stanwick. I said: “You mean Barbra Streisand?” And Mom replied: “Oh yes, Barbra Streisand”.