As Victoria’s Secret models go, I’m partial toLaetitia Casta. I like it that she has big (non-fake) boobs and crooked teeth.
But speaking of crooked teeth . . .
I find as I get older that I am still operating under the same 70s-aesthetic standards of beauty that I had when I was five.
I mean sure, I think that, for example, Halle Berry is a hot tamale, but honey, give me Cher, circa 1974 any day! The big honker, the crooked teeth, the stick-straight, long-ass hair, and the love of Bob Mackie. That’s what makes a woman.
(Cher NOW can take her plastic surgery and shove it.)
That girl from smallville… can’t remember her name. Not that I have a picture but my best friend. I still notice it every time i see her and I’ve known her since i was 5.
Angelina of course… I never really knew what others saw in her, but the more I see photo’s of her the more I’m falling for her.
Does it have to be someone famous because there is this woman who I’ve met a few times and when ever she walks in the room I can’t take my eye’s off her. She has the most amazing eyes and beautiful skin and a great fit body… stop me someone please!
I don’t know her very well but I turn into a bumbling baboon whenever I’m around her… and everything she say’s I agree with. Totally pathetic.
When someone makes you act like that, that a clue she’s beautiful.