I was always conscious of my big bulbous Chinese nose, the low nose bridge that wouldn't hold up spectacles or sunglasses. It couldn't be more Asian a feature to have a flat button nose, and sometimes flaring nostrils when I got excited in a heated argument or just panting from getting up a long flight of stairs.

In this part of the world, the tropical summers of Southeast Asia are particularly unforgiving. The sweltering heat and 100% humidity - a flat nose without a nosebridge does not hold up any visual accessory. It has always been a pet peeve of mine, but I've learnt to live with it over the decades. Now middleage, I have learnt and grown acceptance - I could have easily flown to Korea, the aesthetic mecca where everyone in the region goes for a new face, or a new nose. Downtime is low, and recovery is remarkably quick, safe surgeries without breaking the bank!

I remember the fortune teller telling my parents that big noses are a very good thing - it was a physical attribute that represented a comfortable life and wealth. Every man/woman's fortune apparently lay in the size of their nose. I am comfortable and living my dream life which is rich in meaning and comfort, but I'm by no means a millionaire busking in too much money.

I have come to peace with the size of my nose, that serves me wonderfully - I can breathe fresh air, I can hold my breath to dive and at least I have a nose that holds up glasses - it would be hard to image a face like Lord Voldemort in Harry Potter - impossible to wear shades!

Working on the end of self deprecation and embracing myself, my flaws and my bulbous nose all the same. It is wonderful to be alive and to be able to breathe, to dive, to sing, to blow my nose when my sinus is all stuffed up.

Does size matter? We'll leave it up to the body to decide.