Many years later when I began training as a plastic surgeon I understood something that I had not that day in the kitchen arguing for Thalia to leave Tinos for the boarding school. I learned that the world didnt see the inside of you that it didnt care a whit about the hopes and dreams and sorrows that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple as absurd and as cruel as that. My patients knew this. They saw that much of what they were would be or could be hinged on the symmetry of their bone structure the space between their eyes their chin length the tip projection of their nose whether they had an ideal nasofrontal angle or not.Beauty is an enormous unmerited gift given randomly stupidly.
