I am pretty damn happy with my appearance despite all empirical evidence, and also probably certifiably delusional about it.
Eh, could be worse.
Tell me about it! That bloat takes a while to go away, too.
I chose neither unhappy nor terribly happy. Remember Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing? Before the plastic surgery? I’m her before picture, only about 40-50 pounds heavier.
Still…I can run. I can keep up with my kids. I have clearer skin than I ever did in high school, and even though my hair is a little thinner than it was 10 years ago and occasionally resembles a brillo pad, more often than not it doesn’t.
My body is a work in progress and always will be. Other than my weight, unless I have plastic surgery there’s not much I can do about my appearance. That’s okay, though. I’m working on the weight portion (though eating my way through Disney World wasn’t particularly helpful this weekend) and I’m trying hard to get back similar muscle tone to what I had pre-kid, though my stomach will probably never record. My husband tells me I’m hot, but he’s biased. But I’ll take it.
Fairly happy. Weight is good (5/9", 146 lbs). Problem areas: lousy teeth, saggy butt, some love handles, thinning hair (but which is still more brown than gray), complexion going downhill. But for 61, I think I look damn good.
I probably went from “somewhat unhappy” to “average” when I lost some weight and started dressing nicer. Unfortunately I suffer from chronic “baby face syndrome”, so I look younger than I am. That shouldn’t be a problem in maybe five years, but it is now.
I felt a lot better when I realized this was true. I see a lot of room for improvement in myself, but for some reason other people aren’t seeing the same things.
Thank goodness, because my hair looks like ass today. :dubious:
Very happy. I’m in okay shape, I think I’m reasonably pretty, and I always feel great just about when I start showing I’m pregnant and before I become spherical, which I really am going to, this time.
So, very happy. Also, my kids slept through the night, which always makes me feel like life is perfect, even if only briefly.
- I’m not under the illusion I’m some sort of Adonis - in fact, I’m a bit pudgy and out of shape. But I’m decent-enough looking to have attracted some remarkably good-looking women, and I can pass for a sober and intelligent professional in job interviews. My looks do exactly what I need and want them to do.
I voted 5. I am quite happy with how I look. I am tall and fairly thin. I excercise a lot and over the last couple of years I have added some muscles which I have gotten lots of positive comments about.
I look younger than my age (37). I also try to dress well (and believe I am somewhat successful). I feel a lot more confident about my looks than I did when I was younger.
I just wish I could stop making strange faces in photos though.
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It was really hard to chose between “somewhat unhappy” and “somewhat happy”. I guess I’m both. I am happy with my appearance, except for my weight. I gained 60 lbs in the 2 years after my father died and I was very depressed. I am working to get it off.
My hair is thinning and receding and I’m noticing the first hint of grey at the temples and I’m only 32. I’ve got a diastema. I’m unhappy with a lot of things in my life, but my looks aren’t one of them. I voted very happy.
Are you shitting me?
You have gorgeous eyes, great bone structure, and beautiful skin. You’re not classically fairy-tale princess beautiful, no, but very striking–what people used to call a handsome lady.
As for me, weight aside I’m pretty content with my appearance. I’m not, never was, and never will be a raving beauty, but I’m no worse than average.
I’m ugly, and I know it. Thanks to the luck of the genetic draw, I’m going bald like my grandfather did. Furthermore, I got British teeth, but not the accent.
On the positive side, I am losing weight thanks to a healthier diet.
I’ve never been comfortable in my skin, but I’ve never lacked for dates. I have pale skin, long blonde hair, and blue eyes, but I’m less comfortable at my size than my little sister ever has been at 100 pounds (sometimes 150) heavier than me. I am no Barbie. Im nothing if not curvy, and at 5’5, I guess I’m pretty average height-wise.
Three years ago, I was running six miles a day, several days a week, doing hard-core, Cross-Fit style work outs the other days, could drop and throw out 75 push-ups (real ones, with no rest in between)… While I felt powerful, and was at my smallest size ever, I still hated my body in a horribly destructive way. Now, one baby, 20 additional pounds (equal to three sizes), three cup sizes, and two torn plantar fascia tendons later…
I’m starting to look like my mother.
Well, I do actually like the pale color of my skin. It really allows my ink to stand out, and I love my tattoos. In the last few years, I stopped cutting my hair short and finally grew it out super long. It hits my bra strap in back, is a nice golden blonde color (natural), and looks pretty and thick, despite being baby fine. My eyes aren’t bad. I started wearing glasses a few years ago, and just switched from black to pink frames. They make my eyes look bluer. A few months ago, I got my nostril pierced, and I think it’s pretty cute.
Unintentionally all too accurate.
Easy, you…
