I hate my nose. I have spent most of my adolescence hating my nose. It has taken years of practice to reach perfect selfie pose to avoid my nose from taking up the whole picture. That may be a bit dramatic, but you get my point. Not too long ago I decided I didn't want to hate my nose. I decided to get my nose pierced in Jesus' name.

As Christians, we are called to love our neighbors as ourselves, but for me loving my neighbor has always been easy. Loving me is where the challenge is. I know in order to love people my best, I need to learn to love me. My Heavenly Father has poured his heart into shaping me into a woman of God I am. Waking up each morning and being dissatisfied at his creation tarnishes my thankfulness and gratitude. I want to spend my days filled with graditude. I want to pour love in to everyone I meet. I am begining to realize I need to pour love in to me too. So I got my nose pierced, an outward sign of a newfound effort to love my self. The ring on my left nostril signifies an aknowledgment of the beauty in His creation. When I wake up each morning and look in the mirror, I will see a part of me that I now love, my nose. I know some and maybe many feel that I should just love me as is. My grandmother would say," if the good Lord wanted a third hole in your nose, he would have put it there." I think the good Lord would much rather I wake up loving myself and his people, than waking up without piercings. This piercing is an investment in my self, an investment in love.

So yes, I got my nose pierced in Jesus name. Shout out to Stingray Body Art for helping me to learn how to love myself!