I think knees are just pretty ugly though. Last week I kept seeing ads for that Arnold Schwartzenegger biopic and Muriel Hemmingway is in a short dress and her knees were really tripping me out. Then today I was walking down a long hallway and I saw myself in the mirrors and didn’t know it was me and I was thinking, “hey that chick has Muriel Hemmingway knees!” Then I thought, “but gosh, she’s pretty, Oh! That’s me!”
Anyway just kidding (except about the part where I got humbled re: knees.)
Right now my ugliest part is my right thumb because will all the dry weather it is all cracked and it even has started to bleed. I have to put vaseline all over it. If you look at a normal, healthy thumb, that’s a pretty ugly thing. Looks like it was meant to be a finger but had a birth defect. Now on top of that it’s all red and cracked and it’s greasy. Not too fetching.
Sure, grandma says I have cute dimples when I smile. And it’s not so bad when I catch myself in the mirror. But when I see myself in pictures, I think those dimples look like worm-holes in my face.
My eyebrows. Half of a brow is one color and normal looking, while the other one sticks straight up and is another shade lighter. I got stitches on both of my eyebrows when I was little, so I have little scarred bald spots. The only time they look normal is when I get them waxed then use an eyebrow pencil. Uck.
BTW, for the feet people, be grateful your toes aren’t long like fingers but all crooked from ballet. A friend of mine has that, and they are so odd looking…
Upper arms (sleeveless shirts are a definite NO), hips, thighs (particularly my left thigh which is fatter than my right), belly. I also hate my nose and the way my eyes squint when I smile.
How did you do that? But it reminds me that my thighs are too fat and one of them has a dent in the fat from the way I sit cross-legged all the time! My foot is inhibiting the fat’s ability to freely blob, I guess. I fully intend to put a stop to it by crossing my legs the other way but I keep forgetting. I also keep forgetting to go on a diet and maybe even out the fat that way. :o
The toenails on my little toes are pretty weird - the nail bed is not a nice normal squareish or ovalish area, but a sort of right triangle, with the right angle at the lower inside corner, if that makes any sense.
Right now that’d be the ass and thighs–way too large for my tastes. But they’re slowly starting to look better.
One thing I’ll never be able to fix? I inherited weird inward- curved toes from my dad. This means the nailbeds on the big and little toes are really oddly shaped, which leads to ingrown toenails, etc. if I’m not vigilant…Ugh. I still subject the world to my bare feet when it’s warm, though. Muhahahahaha!
Not quite sure - when I took measurements when I started my weight loss program, my left thigh was a full inch bigger than my right thigh. They are currently even, but the left one still looks bigger to me.
No proof at all, but I always wondered if my right thigh were more shapely since my right foot is my driving foot, all that pressing the break and the gas is exercise, I guess.
I could be president of the ugly feet club. Believe me, you who say you have ugly feet or toes have nothing on me. They were born ugly and I’ve treated them like crap my entire life!
Right now one of my toenails is completely black and another is just growing in (after falling out) as the result of a horse stepping on them. My little toes are all twisted from years of cramming them into pointy toes shoes (I have wide feet–but for some reason I forced myself into pointy toed shoes). I also run and my feet have the resulting callouses and blisters.
The area under my eyes. The skin is really thin and you can see my veins quite clearly. When I get upset, the veins get even darker and I’ve had people ask me if I have marker on my face.
My penis. Actually any penis, whether flaccid or engorged. God knows it’s shown me a few good times over the years, but how anyone, male or female can like the look of them is beyond me. Wreathed in wiry hair, either pale, wrinkled and cashew-shaped or all mauve and veiny with a big purple mushroom on top? Ugh.
I don’t like my nose. The bridge of my nose is kind of non-existent. It looks like it forget that it was supposed to be there. My profile is kind of, well, flat.
I like my breasts (they do an excellent job at their primary functions) but I dislike that they’re such different sizes that it takes major architecture in a bra to create anything approaching a decolletage, because they actually hang from my chest wall differently.
But I wouldn’t change either. I could certainly remedy both problems with “simple” plastic surgery but not in a million years.
I have the hands of an old woman. Damn close to 25 years of playing musical instruments, painting, drawing, typing, and obsessive-compulsive drive to rub things like polyester fibrefill between my fingers and systematically shred them have left my hands pretty much nothing but skin stretched over bone and a little muscle. I have calluses on my thumbs, middle and index fingers of both hands, patches of dry and dead skin, I can’t wear rings because once I get them over my knuckles it just slides around at the base of my finger. The cuticles of my nails are cracked and dried out, sometimes bleed, and it seems like no matter how hard I wash them I always have marker or ink smeared on them. I cut my nails as short as I can without it causing pain, because when they grow out it irritates me. I have problems with wrist pain, too, which means sometimes my hands can get really shaky, especially when I’m tired, which makes the old lady thing worse.
My feet are almost as bad. I have almost completely flat feet and I guess my skin just forms calluses and blisters easily. I have to walk everywhere most of the time when I run errands, so I get a lot of sores from my boots. Surprisingly enough though, I don’t really have a problem with foot pain or anything. I used to ice/roller skate a lot, and you kind of learn to just ignore them after a while.
I just realized that I’m a direct descendant of a real goddess. And all these years I’ve been loathing my body…
Eh, I reckon the most ugly part of my body would be my hooha. Bald, furry, doesn’t make any difference. It’s just plain oogy. They call it “bumpin’ uglies” for a reason.
