Smells like success
What I lack in lips and lashes I make up for in nose.
I have a big Italian schnoz that curves slightly to the right. I can wiggle it like a bunny and sneeze with the best of them, and when I’m winning the fight with my sinuses, I could sniff out a scented needle in a haystack.
My skin may not be porcelain, but it’s got character, dammit. Shrinking my pores would be like erasing a red-head’s freckles - awkward and rather noticeable.
When winter comes around, I’m the winner carrying around the tissue box. Got Kleenex in your classroom? Not for long.
I can breathe through it well enough that I don’t often complain, and my Eskimo kissing is spectacular.
Unfortunately for my talented beak, Peter Pan’s delicate, elegant nose is the height of fashion and beauty today, leaving this spectacular sniffer the black sheep in the world of nez-vogue.
