copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


“It’s alright,” momma said. “We’ll have you fixed, sweetie.”

They excised parts of me as if they were tumors… upgraded me as if I were a machine.

They added some; they removed some.

But somehow managed to leave behind the cancer of self-doubt.

I learned to live with the stranger in the mirror.

Because no one ever made fun of her face.

Twenty-five years later, I teach my daughter something that I wish my momma had taught me instead.

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Just the way you are… If someone tells you otherwise, you punch them right in the nose job.”

© 2013 K.Z. Morano


41 thoughts on “Fixed

  1. “The cancer of self-doubt” and “the nose job” were perfect! I’m so glad her daughter would know that what’s inside it the more important, (although getting contacts made a big difference to me, at least for a time!) 🙂


  2. Hi KZ,
    You and Mr. Rogers are really on the same page, the one about unconditional love and accepting someone for just who he or she is. And that final line packs a punch, literally and figuratively. Oh, and I meant to tell you I read your “about KZ” bio and thought it was one of the best ones ever. Ron

  3. Very well told. I wonder about that, the cancer of self-doubt? What can it be like, to change the face you were born with because it did not measure up to Western Standards of Beauty? I don’t mean actual disfigurement, but just a large aquiline nose, instead of the pert little turned up things that so many end up with. I come from LA, where everyone different gets a nose job, I’m Jewish, but lucked out with a perfect nose by accident of birth. Turns out my mother’s nose must have been a recessive quality, for no one got it, but what if we had, would we have begged for surgery?

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