I’m a relativly plain girl, I don’t have the best skin, I’m overwieight, I have the world’s smallest boobs, my feet are flat, my fingernails grow funny, I have a very round Irish nose and I’m a terrible singer.
But I have great hair. I mean most the time it is up, but when I take it out and mess with it, it’ll do anything! I like my lips and when I’m thinner my ass is fantastic.
What are you vain about?
There is literally no part of my body that warrants vanity. So I am vain about my partner. He’s got everything, and I’ve got him.
I have great boobs and great legs. Too bad the rest of me is terrible.
I have a low self-image overall. But my breasts are pretty awesome. They are 38DDD and the perfect size for my frame. They look fantastic clothed or naked. I’m so grateful to have won the boob lottery!
I’m also pretty vain about my academic intelligence. I’m genuinely pissed that I got Bs in college when I was fully capable of getting As (I was very ill.) I’m still pissed off that I wasn’t given the AP English award my senior year. I got like 13 senior awards and I’m still pissed because I deserved the one for AP English. That’s pretty vain.
I am vain about pretty much everything.
My calves.
I’m fat, have bad skin and my wife - who loves me - describes me to strangers as “scary looking”. But due to a teenage job selling t-shirts, sno-cones and programs at concerts and sporting events, I walked up and down an outrageous number of steps in my formative years.
I’m not alone in my opinion - bodybuilders have commented on them. Apparently, it’s a hard area of the body to develop.
I think that song is about me
My hair - I have long, thick, wavy hair that naturally spans between dark brown and blond. Hair stylists love it. I’m so vain about it I refuse to dye it or cut it shorter, which is kinda silly, but it makes me happy.
And my tits. I have D cups and have learned the secret of great push up bras to go with low cut shirts. Yes, when I go out I flaunt my cleavage. Why not!?
I absolutely LOVE my feet! They’re small and the toes are perfectly graduated, Biggie down to Pinkie. They’re so sweet!
I love my hair, though it’s about 2% gray. Don’t know how I feel about that yet, I’ve been dyeing it for more than 20 years. I recently gave myself bangs, then my hairdresser suggested a long shag since it was all one length before the bangs. I used to wear all my hair up almost all the time, and since I got the “shag” (it’s still down to my bra in the back) I’ve worn it down all the time. I have good hair.
My feet are kinda cute and look good in sandals.
I like my face better now that I’ve finally found glycolic acid and it’s clear without prescriptions from a dermatologist for the first time since I was a teenager. People think I’m about 10 years younger than I am. I wonder how much longer that will last.
I have really pretty eyes and very nice pink shell-like ears. Not really crazy about much else about me physically, but sometimes it’s nice to appreciate the blessings we do have and celebrate them.
From certain angles, or with my hair done in certain fashions, or if, god forbid, I wear a floppy beret, I look just like a Renaissance portrait.
Of one or more of the male line of the Medicis.
I am female, so this is an entirely perverse vanity, but I find a certain cosmic joy in it. Should I be, by hilarious accident, transported in time to Renaissance Italy, I am prepared to garb myself as a man and pass myself off as some kind of bastard cousin.
Other than that, the cleavage has always been a bit of a winner.
I’m a man. I have really great hair and eyes :D.
Hair - brown, if you’re wondering. Perfectly straight. Fine but very full. Very soft. I’ve started to go gray early (still in my mid-20s) but I think it looks kind of pimp. Salt-and-pepper, with more gray around the temples with a young face. I might start dying it back to fully brown, but for now I’m enjoying it.
I distinctly remember being in grade-school and having a school nurse do a standard and mandatory head-lice check. She didn’t find any, but I remember her remarking “You have such nice hair. Very soft. Golden-brown.”
My eyes are pretty much perfect hazel. They basically appear to be whatever color clothing I’m wearing. I’ve been told I have blue, green, brown and gray eyes on separate occasions. When I was young, they were brown near the pupil and green at the outside. A very cool effect. As I’ve gotten older they’ve stabilized to a be more or less homogeneous throughout but they can still appear as nearly any color between deep brown through green, blue and golden. My last girlfriend used to pause during kissing:
“You have green eyes today”
“You have brown eyes today”
“You have grey eyes today”
It used to drive me nuts (in a happy way.) I’m afraid it went a bit to my head.
These are pretty much all I’ve got going for me :p. I’m a bit heavy and (using my job in a lab/factory as an excuse) my day-to-day clothing is pretty blah.
My clothes and overall appearance. I also frequently check myself out in a mirror.
Once, I was in a store with a mirrored wall, and saw this hot guy at the other end of the store and went to tell my gielfriend about him…but it turned out it was me. I told her anyway.
My fingernails. Nice long nailbeds, very strong, rarely break…if I paint them people always assume they aren’t real. (Actually I cut them every couple of weeks so they won’t get all creepy-long…and since I bartend for a living, that’s no mean feat.)
My eyes.
On a good day, my hair.
More than I have a right to be, I’m sure.
I’m going to go with my butt. I seriously love my butt.
Yeah, but that is a great foundation to build on. For me it would have to be my eyes, I get more compliments about them than any other part of me. I’ve been told that I have bedroom eyes…I’m not exactly sure what that means but I guess it is a good thing. On certain days I’ve been told they almost get as light blue as Meg Foster’s eyes.
Second place goes to my shoulders, they are rather broad and I’m not afraid to wear a wife beater shirt in the summer to show them off.
Just smile; then you’ll be perfect.
I’m not vain about anything in my appearance; I generally just shoot for “doesn’t look like a homeless person.”
I have a few things I really like about myself. But “vain” - I am vain about my eyes. I love my eyes. They are huge, brown, and very expressive.
I’m vain about being small. I think I’m too flat-chested and I have a hard time buying clothes, but other than that I’ve always liked being skinny.
I have great fingernails. Long, strong, and white, I never paint them.
I like my eyes too.