Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face!

Sometimes I wish my bum was bigger. Okay, let me be brutally honest, I always wish it was. I like big round bums. Bums that scream “grab me” from afar. Bums you notice from far across the street, preferably avenue (!!); a bum that simply has an existence on and of its very own. But I don’t. My bum is just average, and I guess I am going to have to accept that. Of course, I have taken “bum surgery” into consideration (and no, my bum is not inverted) but I guess I’ll just manage it the way it is: after all, it is my bum! A sense of ownership..

Sometimes I also wish my boobs were a bit smaller. Or bigger. And maybe rounder. Firmer. I don’t know. There is always something to dislike, depending on the direction of the wind. My legs a bit longer, my tummy flatter, my feet prettier, my teeth even whiter.

At most times, however, I look at myself and am just glad I am me. I love my scars, my imperfections, my childlike and perhaps naive ability to look at myself, acknowledge my flaws, and love me anyway! You should too. Not to say that they define you; but they sure have made you who you are today. There is something special about being painstakingly aware of who you are and yet embracing it all with an honest smile. Feeling comfortable in your own skin.

And so, in light of embracing your own body and what is where, I am sharing a poem by Jack Prelutsky, titled “Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face! Of course this is a bit comical, but much truth lies in it: if only we thought and looked a bit further and deeper, we’d realize that every annoyance holds some advantage or worth. More on this tomorrow, but today..

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place–
be glad your nose is on your face!

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