Sure it’s easy to say now that plastic surgery wasn’t necessary for me to feel better. But the fact is it did move me forward in my search for a different life and image. I don’t regret it and I mostly I forget I ever had it done.
I was happy and it only took one nose job, a move across the atlantic, a complete change in my appearance, environment and lifestyle, not to mention learning a new language, to do it.
Five months later I moved to southern Germany after getting a job, through family friends, as a ski instructor at a teeny resort and no I didn’t speak the language.
AIn retrospect I realize it was the beginning of a whole life transformation, a dramatic signal to myself and the world that things would be different. At the time it simply, and profoundly, allowed me to change my identity.
