Friday, August 28, 2009

The Boyle Nose

I'm sure everyone has something about themselves that they have trouble accepting, and wish they could change. If not now, then at some time. I certainly did.

Growing up there were many things about me that I wasn't thrilled with. First of all, I was skinny...really skinny...BONY skinny! I was a literal skeleton until grade 11. When all my friends were experiencing their growth spurts, I was developing flesh. It was creepy. Now, it's not like it didn't have its perks. For three years in a row, at my High School Science Fair, I won first prize for "Best Skeleton System Model". I didn't even build anything, I just showed up!

Then there was the buck teeth, the bowl haircuts and...my nose. The Boyle Nose.



"The Boyle Nose" has slight variations but, in general, it is kind of thin and pointy with a bump on the ridge. It has a unique look but I certainly never considered it one of my better features...or even one of my good features.

I have always loved the camera and there are many, many...many pictures to document my life, but I would bet there are very few of my profile. Now, it's not like I went around avoiding the profile pic, it's just that if there was a camera within eye shot...I quickly turned to mug for it, straight on. I'm sure that Timmy's hanging tongue and/or "thumbs up" can be found in photo albums all over Canada, the U.S. and parts of Europe (thanks to the Ireland trip). But, when there was a "candid" shot, that I didn't prearrange, which caught me from the side...well, let's just say, I didn't print off copies for the neighbours, nor would I have posted it online.

Eventually, I filled out, got my teeth straightened (thanks mom and dad), and did something with my hair. What I did, I'm not quite sure, but it was..better. However, my nose remained the same. And for a while, I was not happy about it. It wasn't an obsession, but it was clearly a point of contention, despite trying desperately to be content with my appearance.


But now...I love my nose!

This is the point in the story where I wish I could tell of some profound experience that instantly changed my perception. I wish I could tell of the mystical moment where angels met me and informed me of the deep purpose behind my nose, one that would ultimately bring peace to the world. I wish I could tell of the heroic time that my nose rescued some child from drowning. I wish I could tell of the monastic month spent on a hillside in northern Alberta where I contemplated life, death and the beauty of my nose...and then I was struck by lightning, never to see my nose the same, again. But I can't tell you any of that...to the surprise of many of you.

That's because there was no singular moment of dramatic change. The journey from shame to pride in regards to my nose was gradual. But, it did finally reach a point where an obvious mental shift had occurred, and when I noticed it...it got me thinking.

What was it? What caused me to embrace "The Boyle Nose"? Simple maturity? A growing inner confidence? A more balanced perspective of life? Maybe. But I think the key is in the name. It wasn't just any nose, that I didn't like. It was a distinctive nose. It was "The Boyle Nose". It was a nose that had been clearly connected, for as long as I can remember, with my heritage. I believe that it was in the understanding of that connection that the acceptance was formed.

Over the years, I have developed an incredible love and respect for my father, his father and the Irish roots from which they, and I...and the nose, have come from.

"The Boyle Nose" is now my badge of honour. I wear it proudly. In fact, not only do I NOT hide it, but my profile is slowly becoming the prominent image that I will be using to promote my comedy and entertainment ventures.


Beautiful isn't it. The nose I mean. One day I'll tell you about the sneezing fits that it has experienced. Those are awesome!

Have a good one,
Timmy

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