TRUE-LIFE
Peering at my reflection, I wiggled my nose and ran my finger down the bridge.
‘It’s what makes you special,’ my mum said, spotting me examining my face again.
I smiled at her in the mirror, believing what she said was true.
She and my dad were always telling me I was beautiful.
Even when I didn’t feel it.
I was born with a cleft nose, meaning my nose was split in two.
As well as a scar down my nose and
