Rhinoplasty with Septoplasty - Kirkland, WA

For years and years my nose bothered me. I always felt it was much too big for my face, but figured at some point I would grow into it. Which I did; I was so glad that I had allowed nature to take it's course. In my early 20s I did a small bit of modeling; any insecurities about my nose were no longer an issue. I got married young and my husband started using drugs and became a Grade A jerk. He was pretty abusive. When I tried to leave him, he slammed my face onto the corner of a marble table. I don't know if it was broken or not, but after healing it was never the same. I wore the bump on my nose proudly. It was my battle wound reminding me that I am a survivor. 8 years later, at the age of 31, I started to view the bump on my nose less as a thing of pride, and more as a reminder of a horrible past. I was extremely hesitant to actually go through with the procedure, though. When my ex slammed my face into the table, the recovery period was awful, and I imagined a rhinoplasty would be similar to that. However, after much contemplation and support and encouragement from my new husband, I decided to go through with it. I am now almost 3 months post op, and I couldn't be happier. I look in the mirror and I no longer see a woman who wears her trauma on her face. I just see me. I look in the mirror and I don't want to immediately look away like I had done in the past. Even though no one ever said anything, or asked, about my previous nose, I always felt compelled to explain why it was so big. I found myself telling people my story, basically apologizing for my misshapen nose. I found myself using sarcastic, self-deprecating humor saying things like "I used to be pretty" "I haven't always had this man-sized nose on my face" "once upon a time, people actually used to pay me to have my picture taken". I know that the nose doesn't make the woman, or whatever, but I honestly missed feeling good about myself, physically. I have done so much work over the past 9 years for the mental and emotional repercussions of my past relationship, but the physical reminder was always right there, smack dab in the middle of my face.