In my culture, having blonde hair isn’t just that. It means being subjected to and constantly compared to the idealistic Blonde Barbie. Blonde – doesn’t that make you think: tan, cute button nose, blue eyes, long legs and rosy cheeks? Well because of this, I realized that I had a bigger nose than the average western girl, green eyes and a much shorter body composition. However, over time, I learnt to make peace with the fact that maybe it doesn’t make me inferior – it just makes me, me. I love how short I am now, and I like my big nose. I don’t care what anyone says. I am proud to be who I am. Even if that means being satisfied with a blemish or stretch mark here and there, in areas where society has made us believe they shouldn’t be.