People made fun of my nose for years and, after my operation, my husband removed all the mirrors from our house. But when someone knocked on the door, I discovered who had really provoked my biggest insecurity years ago… 
Ever since I could remember, people had mocked my nose.
It all started in high school.
“There’s the beak!” the boys shouted every time I entered the classroom.
The girls left witch drawings on my desk, and even someone wrote in the wardrobe mirror:
“Natalie, no boy will ever love you.”
Over the years, I learned to pretend I didn’t listen to them.
I learned to pose only in profile in the photographs, to bow my head while I was talking and to avoid the shop windows so as not to find myself accidentally with my own reflection.
Then I met Andrew.
