My skin is just big enough for all the stuff that’s inside. Though my legs are pretty long, they reach the ground exactly.
Oh, and about those women worried about their butts…
"All the men I’ve ever spoken to say they like girls to have an arse on them." --Kate Winslet
I love my sense of humor. It helped me to attact a wonderful husband, and it has been useful in getting jobs, making friends, and coping with life in general.
I like that I enjoy learning. I probably spend 20-30 hours a week reading books or watching documentaries. All the skills I’ve learned have come in really handy and I’m only 26 so over the course of my life I’ll learn tons of useful things. People tell me all the time that I know alot about a wide variety of subjects and that I tend to have something useful to add no matter what the subject matter is at the moment.
Do women’s negative conversations revolve around a long list of perceived general faults (incomes, relationships, ambitions, clothes, nothing on TV, etc) or do most of these deprications revolve around body weight?
Weight.
In the three offices I’ve worked in, women seem obsessed with it yet willing to do nothing about it. I’ve rarely known any of the complainers to be regular gym rats or rational dieters so it makes no sense to me.
I love my boobs, butt, and abs. There are other things, but I’m especially pleased with these. I love my big 'ol brain too, it impresses people almost as much as the boobs. 
My feet don’t smell no matter how much I sweat.
Btw, the google ads right now are: big fat butt, Big fat butt , and Butt Splice
I’m a demon in the sack.
I have delightful boobies.
When I wear heels, men turn in the street to drool at my legs.
I’m funny as hell… to those who get me. 
I make incredible spaghetti sauce.
Oh, and seriously, I’m a demon in the sack. Luckily, the demon-horns are retractable, so I can make a good impression when meeting the boyfriend’s family.
Tannen’s book is an embarrassing (and dated) compendium of stereotypes masquerading as scholarship. Many women are plenty interested in hierachy, just as plenty of men are interested in establishing relationships.
I liked her answer better.
Things that really matter: I love the fact that i am very intelligent. I was gifted with reason and the ability to think for myself (something I feel is woefully lacking in people). I am also very open-minded but at the same time I won’t accept something I don’t feel is right. I will listen to someone but don’t expect to agree with them or accept what they say as the gospel truth.
things that don’t really matter: Blue eyes, boobs, and legs.
Black Train Song: I don’t have tits. Can I love yours?
No, you may not.
I’m not afraid to try new things ( food, movies, music, books, craft) and have a very gud vokabularry. Everyone assumes I am kollege edumakated (because of my well rounded knowledge of life, shit and stuff that I learned from doing nothing but read and hang out here. ) and I had a vaulted career somewhere before giving it all up to have kids and entering gentle poverty.
I grow awesome veggies and herbs from seed. except tomatoes. My only weakness. Apparantly, it is hard to some people.
I know how to jump start a dead battery and I have one of those senses of humor that when the world is crashing down on everything you know, I will make you pee your pants from laughter. ( Funerals, weddings and hospital bedside visits are three areas I excell. ) Not insinuating that getting married is the apocalypse or anything… Your deathbed visitation my vary.
I’m just coming into my groove in life and look forward to the next 50 years or so.
Google ads have not changed. I just mentioned porn in a previously innocent thread so they probably have weird ads now too.
People who know me smile when I walk into a room. That’s probably my favorite thing about myself.
You had me at boobs (the last occurance, btw)
What I love most about myself is my penis and what Mrs. Prefect can do with it. It is shocking. I have had this thing for 35 years now and she comes in, complete amateur and does better work with it than I am capable of.
On a completely, unrelated note, what I also like about me is me. Mrs. Prefect brought me out of my shell and, while still shy sometimes, I do revel in being able to express emotions without embarrassment, talk about what really matters, etc. I used to really despise myself (and still eat of course, Jesus had some psychological training ; ) but that sweet lady brought me around.
My sarcasm, wit, and amazing ability to absorb random and useless facts. Put me on the boobie train too. <3 my assets. And my hair too on most days.
I have great hair – wavy, shiny and chestnut.
Once upon a time I had fabulous breasts, the kind that led someone to shout, “nice tits” at me from a passing car. Alas they succumbed to pregnancy.
I am a very good wife to my husband. I am patient, kind, sexy, loving, understanding, gentle and sweet to him. He is my best friend and I am his.
I am good at passing standardized tests. This has to some very cool employment opportunities. I can write well when I really concentrate.
I would also write about my chin that needs a facelift at 35, the ass that looks like I do nothing but sit and eat doritos all day and how poorly I do at math but this is supposed to be a complimentary thread so I’ll shut up.