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The End of My Nose
4 min readDec 6, 2019
That’s where your rights stop.
Mama used to tell me that all the time. To be fair, the nose in question at the time was her own.
“Your rights stop at the end of my nose,” she would say, and I knew not to cross the invisible line she drew.
- No making assumptions.
- Don’t take her “yes” for granted.
- Don’t intrude, belittle, dominate, or insist.
- Don’t let opinion become fact in my eyes.
The end of Mama’s nose taught me to respect other people and their boundaries. I learned how to draw boundaries of my own (even though I forget from time to time).
Other people’s Mama’s must not have had noses.
Or at least noses that stood up for themselves.
I’ve found that people stray over to my “personal bubble” all the time, and I don’t like it!
Get out of my space!
It’s shocking when someone ignores the “end of my nose” and aggresses all over my rights as if they don’t exist.
