Back in March, the lease on my Brooklyn apartment was nearly up and COVID-19 was shutting down New York City. Faced with the idea of being trapped inside a two-bedroom apartment all summer, my boyfriend and I decided to head to my parents’ house in Illinois to save on rent. At first, we thought we might stay for a month or two, but as the situation worsened across the country, it became clear that we might be here for a while.
Celebrities began going live on Instagram relentlessly, plans were being canceled, and friends and family members were getting sick. By May, I was emotionally drained from the horror of it all, working from home full-time and ready to put my energy into something that I could look forward to. With courage and some saved rent money, I started looking for a plastic surgeon.
As I got older, I mostly just felt annoyed by my nose, like it was getting in the way of the rest of my face.