My nose, my nemesis.
It’s a well-known fact –
The mirror never lies.
It reveals all without tact.
And yet, the more I stare
At my reflection in it,
My nose becomes larger
Like an overgrown pumpkin.
Pumpkins belong in markets,
But this one’s stuck on me
Right in the center of my face
Where a nose should’ve been!
There are so many times
I feel like going into hiding,
For when I see people smile,
I think my nose is the reason.
And so, my mother found me
In tears on one evening.
I had been invited to a party
And didn’t want to attend it.
My mother heard me patiently
As I bawled about my nose.
Then, my teary face, she wiped,
And, these words, she spoke.
“The Moon is not perfect
Though it seems to be round.
It has an uneven surface
With craters on its ground.
And yet, it shines every night
Unhindered by its flaws,
Defying darkness with its light,
And never seeks applause.
Look beyond perceptions,
At the beauty, you radiate.
You just need acceptance
Firstly, from your own self.
Your nose doesn’t define you.
You are not its size or shape.
You, my dear, are the Moon
That can light up every way.
So, wipe off these tears
And wear that lovely dress.
Throw out all your fears
And put your mind to rest.”
So, I heeded her advice
And went off to the party.
All was perfect that night,
As I finally saw myself clearly.
It’s been years since then.
I don’t feel bothered anymore
By the seeming imperfection
Of the way I look and my nose.
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