Okay, even though I hate myself most of the time and think people who give me compliments are crack-smokers, I’ll give you the long list of compliments I’ve recieved about my most enviable physical assets.
Like most people here, my bright blue eyes. Since I was born I’ve been complimented on them. Someone last week discribed them as “lightning”. I have a gang of girls at school who want to murder me and steal my eyeballs. Half the school is afraid of me simply because my eyes are quote, “Freaky”. Riiiight.
My pouty, full lips. I’m constantly getting the comment “I bet you give great blowjobs” from guys, as they stare lustily at my mouth.
My nose. It’s button-shaped and suits my face perfectly.
My skin. It’s pale, with a hint of rose on my cheeks, and clear. Always has been.
I apparently have The Rack [big boobies].
My hair is naturally bright blonde, but I dye it black and it’s thick, thick, THICK.
My legs. Even my mother tells me I have great legs. I like my eyes, too. Very dark brown with really long, thick lashes. My head is a good shape, according to various hairdressers. Once someone told me that I had beautiful hands, which I thought was odd since I bite my fingers and nails.
Now if only I could lose the tummy, the bubble butt, and the giggly tri(again)ceps!!
my hair. I have long, kinda curly dark red hair. Almost every person who’s ever cut my hair has said, “Oh, I tried to dye my hair that color but it never worked.” So I’m pretty lucky that I got this color.
I like my hands, too – I have long, slender fingers and nice nails. I just wish I could get rid of the freckles!
My eyes. People always ask if they are contacts. Nope, I do wear contacts, but they are clear. My eyes are a very intense blue, and look even bluer when my hair is red(it’s naturally a dark brown).
My hair has excellent curls. Though, due to a bad haircut, it won’t curl well lately. It’s growing back out now though.
I have excellent breasts. They are the right size for my frame, and sometimes I just have to show them off in an outfit that feels sexy.
I have a nice smile. People have been telling me this since I was a little kid. (Now if only I had more chances to use it … sigh)
I like to think that I have nice legs, but I don’t hear about them as much as I hear about my butt and chest. Not that I hear a lot about them either, but I used to.
there was the art teacher who couldn’t get over my eyes. This was in fifth grade, but you gotta understand that this was an incredibly sexy blonde young teacher. Oh man!
there was the girl who, upon seeing me naked for the first time, exclaimed without restraint that I had the most beautiful body in the world.
For myself, I like my eyes because they could pick out the hairs on a leaf at 200 yards. Well, they’re not that good, but I can usually read a sign a good twenty feet farther away than even my 11-year old son.
Not what my art teacher had in mind when she used to say that, I think.
Definitly my eyes. They’re big and a very light blue with little specks of yellow. I’ve literally had strangers call other strangers to come look at them.
I get complimented on my smile a fair bit, as well… which I can’t get enough of considering how messed up my teeth were before I got braces.
I have been told on many occasions that I have a beautiful natural eyebrow shape by beauticians who wax them and the various people who come up to me and ask where I got them done so I get compliments and expand someone’s client list.
I have also been told that I have a great arse and legs but I take that with a pinch of salt.
People ask if I’m a dancer, I like to think that’s because I carry myself with grace and poise but it’s really because I stand with my feet in funny positions.
It made my day about two months ago, when a really sweet guy stopped me in London and told me he thought I was really beautiful. Kept me smiling for a week. Ahhh.
My feature that seems to draw the most envy is my (naturally) curly brown hair. And, for some years now, the fact that there’s no bald spot. (I’m 46.)
Oh yeah, and Mrs. F. seems to like my ass.
My feature that people should envy are my great legs. Not because of their looks, although I’m sure they look OK. It’s the fact that they’re quite strong and durable. For bicycling, hiking, or for bearing most of the load when I move 60 boxes of books on moving day, they just can’t be beat.
My eyes -
I was in a bar once, waiting for a friend at the bar. A woman was leaving (with her escort) and stopped to tell me “you have stories in your eyes.”
My cleavage-
Another bar, and I was outside getting a breath of air. Young man walking by said “You have great breasts.” Always nice to hear!
I also get lots of comments on my hair, which is thick, wavy and a lovely shade of red.
