I had decided to go back to college to finish my degree and the money that I was receiving from school; I decided to put up for a rhinoplasty procedure. At 34 years old I really didn't have a problem with my nose but I am of an ethnic descent born with a small wide nose.
Before my commitment, I had performed extensive research before continuing with the procedure and I selected a surgeon I felt would understand I what I needed and still maintain my ethnic appearance. I told him I wanted to narrow the sides of the bridge, elevate the tip slightly and remove some cartilage on both sides of the tip of my nose. Instead, he chipped away the bones on the sides of my nose, excessively increase the tip and never narrowed the sides of the tip but repositioned the cartilage from the areas on the side of nose to the top and add to other areas on the side of my nose to give me a larger nose. I felt that he did this procedure on purpose and that he had some sort of racially motivated design for doing the job so badly.
When I called into his office, I found out that he had gone out of the country for the two weeks. I spoke with his assistant regarding the issue and she could not find any medical documents on the procedure and SHE had the nerve to ask me who was I trying to be and that I should be my self as well as that I looked younger before the procedure. I asked her to show me in the photo album what nose they were trying to give me. She showed me the nose of a black woman in her 40’s or 50’s who had a huge wide ethnic nose. I was horrified that I trusted these people and this man.
During the procedure he invited a young Asian woman to take part in the surgery, when I went back to his office to follow up when he did return from out of the country. I asked him why didn't he narrow the side of my nose, his comment was did I know what I looked like before, then he took to me another room and squeezed my nose as hard as he could until tears came to my eyes. I felt like hitting this man. My son was with me at the time he did this and all I could do was leave with my 3 year old son clutched in my arms.