Eggplant?

I fully realize that my nose is not the size of an eggplant. I know it's just fine for the rest of my face and fits well with the other features I've got. But this picture screams nothing but "eggplant nose" to me. Not "cute freckles", not "nice flower", not "funny angle", only "eggplant nose".

Why is that? Why are we so self-critical? Why do we allow our own body images to get so out of whack that we don't see ourselves the way everyone else does? It's bizarre. I can sit here and get frustrated with Nicole Richie and Lara Flynn Boyle for being so stick-skinny - "they're so unhealthy, why don't they know they should be happy with themselves they way they are, someone get that girl a sandwich!" - and yet I have myself convinced that I have an eggplant nose. I'm aware that there is nothing eggplant-esque about my face, but try and tell me that when I look at this particular picture and I'll tell you my nose is massive.

Women... can't live with us, can't kick us in the head.