Your Life
ps: True story about a girl Erica, and her classmates.

I remember the moment that i began hateing my nose. I was riding the bus home from school in my town in New York and a guy two grades older pointed at me and yelled “Pinocchio!”. I just stared out the window, pretending not to hear him. What could i say? I wasn't a fighter. Until then ,i'd never thought anything was wrong with my face.But comments about my nose kept coming from that older guy and his group of friends. This one day in the cafeteria, one of them yelled from across the room, “Hey,Big nose! your ugg boots look like s*!” Everyone stared. I felt so ugly. i kept thinking that he wouldn't have said anything about how i dressed if my nose wasn't attracting so much attention . It might sound crazy, but i felt as if my nose was the cause of all my problems.
Stuff like that happened over and over every day for 3 years, making me feel depressed and insecure. My friends told me my nose was beautiful, but i didn't believe them. i felt powerless to stop the nasty comments. My friends were quiet like me, so they weren't comfortable defending me in public either. None of us wanted to create a scene and make it worse.All i could do was take my friends' advice and try to ingnore those guys. I'd already stopped taking the bus to avoid getting harassed, but there were days i didn't want to go to school at all. When i was in my room at home, i'd feel so low because i didn't understand why boys were targeting me when i'd never done anything to them. I forced myself not to cry in front of them, but i'd often go home and cry and ask my mom if i was ugly because of my nose.Like my friends, she tel me i was beautiful. But when she was how upset i was, we talked about plastic sergery and how it might help me feel confident. So she took me to a plastic surgeon at the beginning of the summer. The doctor told me my nose stoped growing when i was 15, so i could
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