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However, those who know me the best know that there's more to the story.

I tend to wear my insecurities on my sleeves on purpose. I pick on myself before others do it to me. Self-deprecation is a leftover from an earlier life of relentless teasing.

For example, you're more likely to hear me joke about wanting my bridge straightened than recounting how many surprising times, someone had mentioned how perfectly Roman-looking my nose is and what a fine specimen it makes.

Until now, I've never told anyone other than one of my closest friends that anyone has ever said that my nose was so noble.

Not because I don't secretly behind my apparent insecurity, actually have pride in my patrician beak, but because I halfway expect, that someone will shout out that my nostrils aren't symmetrical and that the tip points east.

You can see what a life of anticipating putdowns and fearing at the first sign of egoism to be put back into my place has done. I'm delivering punch lines before anyone has even heard the joke. Maybe just one too many times, in trying to hide my insecurities I've been called on one or the other.

This past weekend, my skin was particularly blotchy so I went a tad crazy with the self-tanner before a date. In my dimly lit bathroom, my skin tone seemed miraculously transformed to even and glowing.

On the date, I mentioned in a conversation that I had to stop drinking my favorite brand of carrot juice pulled from the shelves after several cases of botulism. My date suggested it would work out for the best since my skin already was carroty enough.

I guess if you can't take a joke you shouldn't be one or to not seem a clown, don't make your face orange.