I have big legs. I have huge legs. They have always had cellulite and stretch marks. And I fucking love them. It took me a long time to appreciate them, but I've learned that you can control the way people perceive you by telling yourself that you look awesome - it works! I tell myself that my legs are sexy and I rock short shorts all the time...and you know, I am CONSTANTLY complimented on them. It's all your head, ladies. (Gotta admit it was my first mushroom trip that taught me that.)
@KimBarba: Me too, lady! Even when I was a serious athlete, I always had relatively large legs on an otherwise petite frame. It took a while, but I learned to love them; they get the job done!
Ladies with big noses. I love you. Your nose is perfect. There is nothing so attractive as a woman with a distinctive profile. Who rocks it. Don't be ashamed. Show the nose some love. You don't need to look like everyone else. C'mon. If you keep it, I'll let you bury it in my cleavage
@angelina jolie-laide is a gaudy tulip: You leave your nose right where it is, young lady! I have always wanted an amazing nose ala Jonathan Richman or Sarah Jessica Parker. I have to live vicariously through others.
as a kid, we couldn't afford dental insurance, so i had maybe 3 dentists' appointments before i graduated from college. i was obsessive-compulsive about dental hygiene because of it, so i never had any cavities, but those three times i DID go to the dentist, they all encouraged me to get $2000 braces and whitening treatments. for the record, i have a 10% underbite and one tooth that's slightly misaligned, and my teeth are just sort of, you know, tooth-colored.
since becoming gainfully employed and getting cheap dental insurance, i've discovered that going to my new dentist's office is a total ego trip for me. there, i'm a rockstar for brushing twice a day and flossing religiously, and last tuesday (24 years and still cavity-free! thanks, crest!), my dentist called my teeth "gorgeous." take THAT, dentists of my youth!
When I was a toddler, I was climbing up a TV, fell back on the floor with the TV smooshing my face and broke the cartilage in my nose. Besides having a cool party trick (listen to my nose click!) my nose has always slanted a little to the right. Which bothers the hell out of me though generally unnoticeable (until you look at my passport pic... ugh)
@MilointheMeadow: Anyway, I've thought about fixing it especially since it's harder to breathe through one of my nostrils..... but then I wouldn't have a cool party trick. And a story about my childhood and negligent parents.
I don't think of anything I was born with as a flaw. Those things are just the way I was made.
I have a harder time embracing things that have cropped up along the way such as acne or stretchmarks or some of my scars. Maybe it's because those things remind me of bad times though?
I definitely have plenty of self-conscious, self-loathing moments when it comes to my flaws, but there are some I've always loved and been proud of, regardless of my self-esteem state.
My favourite is my fuzz. I have copious blonde hair on my arms and lower back that I adore, though it's been suggested I shave or wax it. No way! It's gorgeous!
I have a flaw, and I am not ashamed to say that I am going to fix it the SECOND I get the money. From my great-grandmother I inherited a double-chin. Even when I was at my lowest wieght, pictures of just my face make me look like I am massively obese. If this was a family trait that everyone shared, it might be different. But I am embarassed by it, and I constantly have my neck streched out to try and camoflage it. Thought that doesn't really work...
@LAkebandit: I have often wondered if all the women on both sides of my family could go to the plastic surgeon together and get a group rate on double chin reduction. Every single one of us has it, no matter our weight or our age. I would love to be rid of it.
I have a diastema, the little space between the two front teeth. It's a little piece of muscle. I've always had it.
When I was in school kids used to call me "gap" which wasn't really creative, and I learned to cover my mouth when I smile or laugh in self-consciousness.
Yet, I've had several people (including my dentist) comment on how nice it was see someone not have that fixed. Maybe I'd feel differently if my teeth weren't naturally straight and uncrowded (I also don't have wisdom teeth naturally). I've always figured I lucked out in the teeth dept.
At this point in my life, I'm trying to embrace all the "flaws"...my like prematurely white hair (my whole head, not just some strands or something) my gap, etc. There's just a point when you can't hate who you are anymore and avoid it effecting your life profoundly.
I was 6'0" by the time I was 13. While I now consider this a great advantage, it was not always thus. If I'd discovered a way to "fix" this flaw, other than slouching (a habit I am still fighting 12 years later!), I would've been all over that.
Accepting that which makes you different takes a lot of courage. I was lucky; my "flaw" isn't fixable, short of chopping myself off at the legs. How much more difficult it must be to say "hell with you, there is nothing wrong with me" when a solution is staring you in the face.
@stonebiscuit is a ΓΔΙ: Fellow six-foot-tall amazon here. I went through the same thing throughout my teens and part of my 20s, just hating my height so much and wishing desperately that I could be shorter.
Now, though, I love that I am tall. I can reach things that are way up high, people don't fuck with me, I can see at shows and in crowds. People have referred to me as statuesque. You don't get to be statuesque when you are 5'2"
The only drawback is that I don't feel comfortable wearing heels, but honestly, considering what those things do to your feet, I don't consider that much of a drawback.
@stonebiscuit is a ΓΔΙ: I read a spy book about an assassin who had his legs removed at the knee so he could put on different length prostheses and be really tall, average, or really short. So you could totally get your height "done" surgically, then go out and become a criminal mastermind who never matches witness descriptions!
Particularly in Hollywood, majority of celebs have straight, white, veneers that everyone ends up with the same cookie cutter teeth/smile. Also with plastic surgeries in ethnic communities, how do you walk that fine line between fixing a perceived flaw and erasing features that can be attributed to your ethnicity/lineage (smaller eyes, larger noses, rounder figure etc)?. If one universal standard of beauty is imposed and one enhances/corrects their flaws using this ideal, wouldn't we all end up looking the same?
@Eric Northman is mine: After walking into a party some time back and being introduced to 5 evenly tanned, flatironed, highlighted, teeth-whitened women with french-manicured toes...I couldn't tell the difference between any of them. It really bothered me, because they were ALL attractive, but their chosen 'look' had cost them their individual beauty.
@Eric Northman is mine: Behold: the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where the sight of a woman over 50 whose face hasn't been lifted is a thing of rare beauty.
I'm not sure I would consider any of my quirks to be "flaws." My features are kind of quirky (small nose, ears, and mouth, big doe eyes, tiny bone structure but curvy up top, etc), and I'm not sure that any of them can be "fixed." Even if they could, I don't think I'd want to change them-- they're what make my looks unique and different, and I don't really want to buy into the standard of what someone else (including Hollywood) finds beautiful.
I do have a number of moles/beauty marks just below my chest and on my back; but unless I find that they could become a cancer risk, I intend to leave them there.
@BellaTricks: Note: Of course, I have my days when I want to look like Sienna Miller or Salma Hayek. Overall though, I don't think I'd change myself if I got the chance-- I don't really and truly want to be a carbon copy or knockoff of someone else.
I embrace my glasses. So many people go with contacts or lasik. It would be nice not to be blind first thing in the morning, and it would be nice to have peripheral vision. After a quarter century of glasses wearing, they are part of me. Plus, glasses are a fun accessory.
@Faster.Pussycat: I wish I could wear my glasses more often, but my eyes KILL ME after a day of wearing them. I don't know why. They feel all tired and strained, so I wear contacts.
@Faster.Pussycat: I hate wearing glasses because they are always dirty. If they could stay clean for more than five minutes, I'd give glasses a chance.
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Ladies with big noses. I love you. Your nose is perfect. There is nothing so attractive as a woman with a distinctive profile. Who rocks it. Don't be ashamed. Show the nose some love. You don't need to look like everyone else. C'mon. If you keep it, I'll let you bury it in my cleavage
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since becoming gainfully employed and getting cheap dental insurance, i've discovered that going to my new dentist's office is a total ego trip for me. there, i'm a rockstar for brushing twice a day and flossing religiously, and last tuesday (24 years and still cavity-free! thanks, crest!), my dentist called my teeth "gorgeous." take THAT, dentists of my youth!
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I have a harder time embracing things that have cropped up along the way such as acne or stretchmarks or some of my scars. Maybe it's because those things remind me of bad times though?
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I definitely have plenty of self-conscious, self-loathing moments when it comes to my flaws, but there are some I've always loved and been proud of, regardless of my self-esteem state.
My favourite is my fuzz. I have copious blonde hair on my arms and lower back that I adore, though it's been suggested I shave or wax it. No way! It's gorgeous!
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When I was in school kids used to call me "gap" which wasn't really creative, and I learned to cover my mouth when I smile or laugh in self-consciousness.
Yet, I've had several people (including my dentist) comment on how nice it was see someone not have that fixed. Maybe I'd feel differently if my teeth weren't naturally straight and uncrowded (I also don't have wisdom teeth naturally). I've always figured I lucked out in the teeth dept.
At this point in my life, I'm trying to embrace all the "flaws"...my like prematurely white hair (my whole head, not just some strands or something) my gap, etc. There's just a point when you can't hate who you are anymore and avoid it effecting your life profoundly.
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Accepting that which makes you different takes a lot of courage. I was lucky; my "flaw" isn't fixable, short of chopping myself off at the legs. How much more difficult it must be to say "hell with you, there is nothing wrong with me" when a solution is staring you in the face.
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Now, though, I love that I am tall. I can reach things that are way up high, people don't fuck with me, I can see at shows and in crowds. People have referred to me as statuesque. You don't get to be statuesque when you are 5'2"
The only drawback is that I don't feel comfortable wearing heels, but honestly, considering what those things do to your feet, I don't consider that much of a drawback.
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One of my biggest nightmares is that in 30 years, EVERYONE will look like they just got back from a taping of the Oprah show.
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I do have a number of moles/beauty marks just below my chest and on my back; but unless I find that they could become a cancer risk, I intend to leave them there.
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Honestly, I wear my glasses because I like my glasses. I look comical. Like a 12-year-old Woody Allen impersonator.
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