I had plastic surgery, but I didn't become prettier.

It seemed like a mistake to think that I could change my normal nose into a small, narrow, and sharp nose. As I endlessly watched pretty girls on Instagram, I thought that the beauty I was pursuing didn't come out because my nose was ugly. I vaguely thought that if I had a nose surgery, the reality of beauty would come out at the same time. But I'm just here, I'm not getting any prettier, I just have a nose. It's sad that I've become someone who has grown up and had plastic surgery. Before the surgery, I was excited, excited, and thrilled by the vague, idealistic fantasy I had created, but the aftertaste was bitter. There is nothing wrong with surgery. I think the director did the best he could. So, someone might say that I am full. But like a fanatic who believes I will go to heaven, I desperately and desperately believed that beauty would follow as much as I embraced it. If the surgery was successful, there was no doubt that the result would be that she would become prettier. Now, several months have passed since those days, and that feeling is slowly fading away, and my crazy belief is cracking. Now that I know that the swelling has gone down a bit, I can't deny that this is my face. I'm not pretty like the girls on Instagram and my nose just keeps getting bigger. That pretty ‘feeling’ that I longed for, which I didn’t have, was not something that could be expressed through my body. I don't know what I can do now, and I don't want to, so I think it would be better to get plastic surgery. I was feeling depressed so I wrote down some complaints, but I hope that if anyone sees it, they will think about it calmly once more. It’s even more bittersweet to hear that I’m leaving like this haha..