New Nose is an A+ - Stanford, CA

So here's the thing: I wrote out what I thought was a great review for Dr. Most on Yelp. But darn Yelp kept putting me in the filtered section with about 30 other people which annoyed me so much I just deleted the whole thing and decided to write a review for my nose job here. If you want to see a bunch of reviews (Which are all 5 stars btw) for this doctor, go to Yelp, type in Sam Most Md and put the city as Stanford, Ca.

I know when I was researching which doctor to go to, what I was looking for was before and after pictures so this is the reason for my review- to post some. SOMEONE in the Bay Area has to be on the market for a new nose, so let my experience guide you.

Hello everyone! 2 months ago I started this review after popping some Adderall to help me focus, finished all my work, started this review, finally managed to fall asleep, and never bothered to finish it. So here goes.


BACKGROUND: Since I was a kid my nose has been much wider than usual. For kids under 3, that sort of buttony nose only enhances the cuteness on round, infantile faces. But when you grow up you realize your face isn't as harmonious as your attractive friends of pure European descent (or the rest of my multi-racial class for that matter).

I was never teased for my nose. My nose wasn't weird, it was just unflattering. I had always known one day I would consult with a plastic surgeon about it and most certainly get surgery, but I didn't ever think it would be so soon.

Here's what happened that led me to my rhinoplasty at age 18 the summer after my senior year of high school: I was taking a PE class early my senior year and one of the weeks of the semester, our class was to be playing indoor hockey. I still remember the day very well- what students were on what team, the color jerseys we were wearing (green and yellow), and the part of the gym my team was facing.
So we're all playing, I'm playing defense when one of the guys on the opposing team who I'll call 'T' dribbles up with the puck. I'm directly in front of him so I rush up to smack the thing away and the next thing I know we're colliding (I don't know if he tripped or I tripped, or we both lost our balance at the same time as a result of our colliding hockey sticks) and my face slams into his chest. Now 'T' is almost a foot taller than me, on our school's football team and very solid.
Right away I feel alarmed because my nose is numb and stays that way for the next minute or two. I think my nose immediately started running too, or it felt like it was but I can't remember. I go to the bathroom as soon as I feel it's numb and I see that my nose which may be wide, but was always straight now has a bump in it which is visible from several angles. I don't freak out at first because I think it'll just go back to normal. Weeks later the bump is still there and I broach the subject to my mom that maybe I can see a surgeon to see if the bump can be removed (I figure our insurance might cover it and I mention to her that perhaps while they're in there they could thin my nose a bit). She says it couldn't hurt to have a consultation so I start looking up Bay Area plastic surgeons but I can't really find anyone that does a lot of noses (my thought process is any surgeon who practices rhinoplasty can take away a bump, but who will know how to thin a wide nose).

I look into Dr. Kim in San Francisco and call about a rhinoplasty. They give me a quote of 11,000 or 12,000. My mom says she doesn't think I should be going all the way up to San Fran and to keep looking for a closer doctor. It's my mom who finds Dr. Most on some Best of the Bay list (something like that), but I'm hesitant because I really want to see before and after pictures but there are barely any on his website.

I'm not satisfied with anyone else I look up so I make a consultation to talk with Dr. Most. My dad is old and his eyelids had started to droop over his lashes, so my mom says he should make an appointment with mine to look into getting that skin removed (blepharoplasty). My aunt had the same procedure to great results.

Now this is the beginning of summer and I've graduated. My dad and I drive up to Stanford for our appointments, wait about 10 minutes in the waiting room and fill out some questionnaires that ask us things like 'how many times a day do you look in the mirror?'


Amy, who works for Dr. Most (I don't know what she is exactly. Secretary... the office lackey... Dr. Most's personal slave... I have no idea, but she escorts you from room to room and answers your emails&schedules appointments) comes to get us. We are brought into a sterile looking room and given books of Dr. Most's before and afters to ooh and ahhh over. His work looks great and natural and I realize how much of the population could really use plastic surgery.

Dr. Most comes in, we all introduce ourselves and make friendly small talk for a minute. I talk to him first and tell him about my situation and concerns. I ask questions and am satisfied by the answers. Next we go into a room with a blue backdrop so he can take shots of my nose. He uploads them into a program to show me what my results might be like and he is very modest with the liquify button.
I find out that because my breathing wasn't impaired by the accident, insurance won't cover it.
He talks to my dad next and then we leave. I am disheartened about the insurance.

A week later I'm talking with my mom on the couch and our discussion turns into a heart-to-heart. I've never complained or said much about my nose before, but I admitted to my mom it's been hurtful in the past to be disregarded for not being that pretty.

I remember one instance when I was in elementary school, my sister and I went to one of my mom's office parties. We were being introduced to one of her coworkers and the woman was saying to my sister how pretty she was and totally ignored me.

I don't expect some fake compliment just to make me feel better after my sister gets one, but it does sting a bit being the less favored one.
That wasn't the only occurrence. There have been lots of times growing up where my sister and I would meet people (family members included) and someone would go on to tell my sister how pretty she was and I would just be standing right there. It makes you feel less important, like people don't care about you as much.

On the plus side, at least my growing up average let me develop things like compassion, humour and a personality. (You notice sometimes that girls who grow up looking good can be dumb and entitled because they never had to do anything besides be pretty their whole lives to make friends and win favor).

After our talk, my mom told me she would pay for the procedure, but that I'd have to pay her back at some point. I was game and we set a date.