Some people take for granted that their looks are what God in its divine hail of justice considered that was what they basically deserved.  And live their lifes, and carry on - feeling a strong personal disturbance that keeps them away from the mirror, and in some critical, extreme cases far - so far way - from the beautiful ones.

In my own personal case (of self-compassion?) I find a bit difficult - somedays more, the others a bit less - to quarrel with the image in front of the mirror about that rosebuddy shaped object in the very centre of my face.  Oh, God!  There have been times when I have really hated to see that oblongue “organun”, so grotesque when measured against the regular proportion of the rest of my face.

Fortunately, for me and - probably - for all of you, people, that share the same sensation of holding an overweighted appendix in the front of the face, there is a fast, reasonably secure solution and it’s called rhinoplasty.

Some people say it’s expensive, others consider that it’s too painful and there are even some who believe it might be so highly risky to ever try.  But, what can be so costly, so hurtful or so risky as to not even think seriously about when faced to the strong chances of getting a huge load of happiness after getting that nice, fine and aristocratic nose of our dreams?

It’s far more important to me - and as I suspect, to very many fellows out there - than just sitting on the couch and showing to our family and friends the before and after rhinoplasty photo.  Even more relevant than showing a pleasant smile to the guy in front of the mirror.  It’s - all the way long - about feeling -more- comfortable with myself and having the exact look that reflects the good guy of my inside.

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