Looks.

I remember I hated my nose. In elementary school, I was often made fun of for my flat nose. I seriously still have the same nose. It has been described as "someone had hit my face with a shovel" or "an Indian (which is actually Native American to be politically correct)."

I don't mind it now. It's funny how in time, the things that used to mean the world to me are now just so trivial.