Well, it's not everyday i get a chance to go on .... so:

:iSm:

:rolleyes: hmm, i have really pretty eyes. i like em. they are the flavor of hazel that change color tremendously, and i think that's so cool.


:cool: Well, i generally look (if the light's not too bright) a good 10-ish years younger than I really am. Oh, and I have a head of hair that is thick and, uh, "luxuriant" is the term, i believe.


:snap: And while i just don't have the genes to get all muscle-bound, i've got some good definition going pretty much everywhere ... from, wow, a couple of years of pretty steady (for me) working out.



Oh, and, well, no description of my attributes would be complete with the mention of my enormous schvonschtucer ... it really is rather alarming.

:eek:

I have an ass that has been referred to as Glorious Maximus.

I haven't gained a pound since I finished puberty.

I love my hair color. Hairdressers always complement me on it. Every 6 months my mom accuses me of dying it. "Where'd you get those reddish highlights?"

I like my eyes and my hair color.

I like the color of my eyes. Depending on what I wear, they sometimes take on a mustard yellow. The first time I'd heard it, I was shocked. It was a drunk guy at the bar I worked at who slurred it at me, but sure enough I went into the bathroom and that dress made my eyes look yellow. Been happy with them ever since.

Though some areas have been marred with skin issues, which I do a damn fine job of maintaining, I have very soft skin. Oddly enough, so does my boyfriend. :) Though I know he doesn't think he does.

I have never had braces. My teeth aren't absolutely perfectly straight, but they're pretty close and I think they give me a great smile.

Though I color my hair to hide the gray, and I've gone everywhere from purple streaks to my naturally reddish brown color, no matter what cut I get, my hair is easy to manage. Though my hair is wild, if I just let it do what it wants to do that day, it'll look just fine.

Though they are currently healing from some scarring, I like the shape of my calves. They're not fatty, just super muscular. So muscular that most zip-up boots won't fit... but muscular in such a way that lace up knee highs look way f*cking sexy on me.

I consistently weighed a LOT more than what my various sizes would even dictate, so it's not really fat, it's muscle... so I shouldn't get too down on myself. (On the other hand, it's the weight that's killing my knee right now.. :( )

And I know these aren't body image issues but:

I get along with just about everyone and I've made some fantastic friendships happen in my life, many of them right here.

I am really smart, even when I'm feeling super-stupid.

Definitely upper body. Broad shoulders with definition, especially since I've started regular exercise.

My calves. I've got soccer player legs and I think they look good.

I've been complimented on my lips.

And then there's the "G" word.

That's a pretty wild claim. A claim like that requires proof. Photographic proof.

Well, I almost bought myself some lace up boots, but alas, I changed my mind. That photographic proof will have to wait until I can find a decent pair again. I had a dream about shoe shopping last night... maybe it was a sign.

Hey, any excuse to go shoe shopping is a good one ;)

"It was fate! I had to go! I had a dream about shoe shopping, it's the world's way of telling me my perfect pair of shoes is out there and I just have to go find them!"

...I like it :)

Hrmm... I may. I'm way ahead of where I imagined I would be, work-wise, so... hrmm...