Flaw or Feature?

Twelve year old me, sat nervously in an orthodontist chair as I was about to get braces.

“Now, Julia, we’re just going to take some before pictures. Can you turn your head to the side? We’re going to get a picture of your profile.”

A Polaroid picture was attached to my file. I glanced over, and there it was. My nose. Where did that come from? I’d never noticed that before. My heart sunk.

With a sore mouth filled with metal, and my new found discovery of my nose, it was a quiet drive home.

“Mom, have you seen my NOSE?!” I asked in a mortified tone.

“Yes, what do you mean?” She replied, confused by my strange question.

“There’s a bump.”


“When did that get there? I hate it.”

My mom has always been so encouraging. She assured me that it was classy and made me look, as she would say, “distinguished.” It took me years to believe that. But I kept my little insecurity secret.

I remember going to my Nonna and Nonno’s house one afternoon, and my Nonno greeting me at the door with a hug.

“You look more and more Italian everyday. You are so beautiful,” he said with his thick accent.  He didn’t know my insecurity. What I saw as a flaw, he saw as a beautiful feature. An Italian feature. I will never forget what he told me that day.

However, I remained insecure for quite some time. I avoided pictures taken of my profile at all costs.

I didn’t have a single moment where I just suddenly felt better about it. It was a process. I started to realize that God didn’t “mess up” on me. I’m not some mistake. I am his beautiful creation.

Time and time again, we are told that your flaws are what make you beautiful. Maybe we’re looking at it wrong. They aren’t flaws. They are unique features that make us who we are.

Society tells us we have to look a certain way. Society is not the king of my life. I refuse to buy into their robotic and unrealistic standards. That’s boring and shallow. We are daughters and sons of the King who created us. And He doesn’t make mistakes. 👑

Today, I can honestly say that I love my ethnic nose. I’m proud of my heritage and I will never, ever want to change it!

In general, insecurities will come and go. But when they start to plague you, remember that your features are what make you special and unique. Now that is flawless. 😉

*Photo above taken by the amazing Stephanie Gamble Photography.

Author: Julia

My name is Julia and my name means "youthful." I believe in imagination. I believe in spontaneous adventures, even if they are small. Here at The Youthful Home, we love a big cup of green tea, a white sundress, home cooking, and a whole lot of Jesus. We invite likeminded friends to visit and stay awhile. Welcome to The Youthful Home.

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