I like my legs for some reason. A few years ago when I was into biking a lot they got really tanned and muscular, but they’ve kind went down now that I’m not biking near as much. And I’m talking tanned so much that the tan line stayed for about a year and a half!! Plus my knees are scarred again so forget the knees, just legs.
Hands. I like mine and other peoples’. They’re just so fun and useful. That’s probably why I like monkeys: more hands!
I have a fanTAStic spleen!
I have pretty shaped/colored blue eyes, and rather nice breasts.
I like my toes quite a bit - especially when painted red…
People tell me I have nice eyes.
My lips!I have perfectly shaped, perfectly colored lips. And a cute little mole placed just so above and slightly right of center. And dimples. Perfect!
My asshole. I have been suffering a bout of IBS the past few days and I will do anything at this point to make it feel better.
The pleasure button!
My emerald green eyes, my freckles and my muscular legs (I spend a good deal of time on my treadmill).
I’m rather fond of my wrists and hands. My lips are kinda nice, too. I’m never complimented on any part of my body, though.
My knob - I just love it to bits, and wouldn’t swap it for any other penis on this earth.
Love my face too, with its angular jawline and neat, square chin. I will admit to looking in the mirror some days and telling myself how gorgeous I am. Sounds conceited, but considering the self-loathing I had for my looks before losing a ton of weight, I think I’m allowed to appreciate myself now.
My doctor once told me I had fantastic legs…as he was checking out the X-rays of my hip-joints.
That’s about it for me I’m afraid. 
Once upon a time, when I was young and not so worldy…
I decided that I was not pretty at all. I also decided that if I couldn’t be pretty, then I would at least shoot for “nice all around person”.
So, I made a habit of smiling all the time.
Not a “I’m gonna kill you in your sleep” smile, but rather a snow-whitish-pleasant-you-could-trust-me-to-be-your-nanny small smile.
Apparently my ploy worked.
When there is a stranger that needs directions, guess who is chosen out of all the people in the street?
When a stranger is trying to decide if they want a black blouse or a blue one, guess who is asked?
So, this is a round about way of saying my favorite body part is my smile.
I’ve met the nicest people because of it.
My ears, they are very small and neat and cute.
I used to think the brain was the greatest organ in the human body.
Then I realized, well, look what’s telling me that!
–Emo Philips
My fingernails are the only things that I would say are perfect and flawless on me–long nail beds, slightly curved at the end of long fingers. I also give the best back scratches.
I’m fond of my nose. It’s just cute as a button. Patrick calls it my bunny nose.
I’m also fond of my breasts. They’re not very large but they’re soft and round and bouncy.
I also like my neck. It’s long and slender and the part where it meets my collar bone is very sexy.
I would have to say my penis. I know, I know – a horrid cliche, but honestly, it’s the one part with which I have played the most. And it gives me a great deal of pleasure, too.
My calves. I have heard many men complain that they have thin calves no matter how much they work on them, but mine are very pronounced. I only wish that the rest of my muscles were as so.