Isabelle, 65, now retired, was a teacher for part of her career, which never impacted her relationship with a nose she once considered ugly. That statement created a complex in him that poisoned his adolescence. From being a non-subject, it became an obsession that he finally let go one fine day almost without wanting to. His nose accepted, it was another gap, deeper, that he was forced to face.
“When I was little, I was neither beautiful nor ugly, I would say I was fine. One day around the age of 12, my sister said to someone in front of me: “Isabelle is beautiful but what’s wrong is her nose.” He said this without any malice, but rather in a factual manner. When I heard his words, I was shocked because I had never thought about my nose before. It’s not even a subject. I said to myself “Damn, my nose is ugly.” It’s true that it’s a bit long, and doesn’t meet beauty standards, because it’s a bit hunched, but I’m not Cyrano either. From then on, I started to think it was really ugly.
“Appearance at the age of 13 is important, we are starting to get interested
