This is really a post to determine how self-conscious you are about your looks. I wear thick glasses (wretched eyesight, you know), have a big nose (thanks, granny), and have a lot of occasionally unruly hair (thanks to both sides of my parents’ families). OK, OK, ladies, the line forms to the right
I make jokes about the above all the time. I, mean, how can I deny it? I have quite a bit of self-esteem (or whatever the hell that’s called these days), so jokes about my person don’t bother me in the least. When I was in high school, I took everything to heart (normal behavior for most teens, I suppose).
How about you? Can you laugh at yourselves? Or do you get a complex?
"So . . .You’ve got a big head . . . or nose . . . or ears . . . "
Um, no, but yer gettin’ warmer.
Dr. Watson
“Never trust a man who combs his hair straight from his left armpit.” – Alice Roosevelt Longworth, referring to Douglas MacArthur.
I have a big nose, big hands, and big feet. And you know what they say about people who have those.
Wait a minute…
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Dr. Watson, I am shocked, shocked that a man of your stature…uh, gifts, no, attributes…oh, bullpucky man, wrap your kilt around your credentials and answer the OP!
Oh. You did.
Well then, flaunt your ears, nose and unihibited hair. Then grin smugly. Imply hidden riches.
I have big flat feet. I mean no arch wahtsoever–look at my footprints leading away from the pool, and you’ll see the wet mark of the entire bottom of my foot. Unfortunately, my s/o is just about equally flat footed…our children could be the next step in evolution toward amphibious life. Feet? Nah, they’re flippers!
Well trumpy, I don’t know about anyone else but you just described the kind of guy I go for. Add tall to that description and I’m yours. That is, if you don’t mind a husband and a cat included in the package.
I come from a family that love to joke around so any little flaw would be joked about. As a child I was extremely sensitive about everything. A dirty look could make me cry for hours. Over the years I’ve learned to lighten up and just laugh about it all.
I have big ears and I spent many an hour resting with my hands on my ears when I was a kid hoping to make them smaller… and… Im short. When I was younger all my friends were tall and I spent forever hanging off the monkey bars trying to stretch myself. It didnt work heh!
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
I have calves that would put lady wrestlers to shame. Can’t find boots to fit them either and finding ski boots is a joke. Oh well I didn’t want to get in that chair lift anyway!
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Fat as I am, I am only self-conscious about one part of my body: My disproportionately fat upper arms. At size 18 (think Rosie O’Donnell size, but shorter) I wear shorts and miniskirts without a care, but no sleeveless tops for moi.
I’m here to claim the longest neck humanly possible. On clear days, I can see for dern near a country mile, if’n I crane this thing. It’s horrific looking.
Stupid people surround themselves with smart people. Smart people surround themselves with smart people who disagree with them. - Isaac Jaffee (new quote)
My sister in law freaks out about toes. She has a couple hairs that grow on her big toe. She freaks out if she has shaved and sees the three pieces of stubble two days later.
I’m only your wildest fear, from the corners of your darkest thoughts.
