It started with my nose. Ever since my friend's little brother told me I had a big nose in the 7th grade, Ive had a complex about it. I used to get real shy around guys and try to hide my face behind my hair so they wouldnt notice my big nose.

As I got older, learned a different trick that I thought was much more effective. Instead of hiding my nose, I would just draw attention away from it by accentuating another part of my body: my tits.

Along with my big nose, my Creator had also "blessed" me with big tits. By the 6th grade, I had reached my full potential of a D-cup and while the rest of the girls spent junior high and the early part of high school catching up, I was busy drawing attention away from my nose.

But when I was a junior in high school, I went through some changes. I started hanging out with a crown that didn't put as much emphasis on how good you looked. I think it helped me gain some confidence. I suppose this is when I stopped caring about my nose. As a matter of fact, I did something to draw attnetion to it: I got it pierced.

It was almost as much of a shock to me as it was to my mom.

It was just a normal day of bullshitting at the mall with my firneds Sean and Jamie. We didn't espeically like thamll, bit in our Navy town there wasn't much else for kids to do. There were the bars for the "Squids" and the mall for the kids.

We had just come out of a comic book shop that Jamie had drug us into when I noticed one of those big carts that sometimes sit in the middle of the mall for a few weeks. It was for some gold shop, and they offered free piercing if you bought the studs for your ears.

"Hey Sean," I said. "Why don't you go ask if they do noses, too. Then I can get my big old schnauze done."

It was kind of a joke, but when the answer to Sean''s question was "yes," I decided it was finally time to come to terms with the beast.

As I looked over the selection of piercing studs, Sean pointed to a teeny tiny little diamond stud and said "why don't you start with something small like that,"

Being one of my closest friends, Sean kne how I felt about my nose. I thkni that was why he was so surprised when I pointed to the biggest, most obnoxious silver stuf and said, "Thats the one."

"Are you sure?" Sean was giving me that `I don't think you know what you're saying' look.

I just rolled my eyes, pushed him aside, and plopped into "The Chair."