Writer's Block: I Love My Body Because…
Aug. 13th, 2009 07:21 pmI love my fingers. Not really how they look, but how flexible they can be. Piano's to blame, of course, but I suppose someone will find out one day that I'm very good with my hands. (that's what she said!)
I love my calves. I think they're quite shapely. I bet if I woke up in the Colonial period tomorrow all the guys will kill for my calves. After all, back then padded stockings were very popular for a reason.
I love my eyes. They're a very dark brown and you can only see the brown if you stare for a looooong time.
I love my lips. They're very full and sometimes I wish they were a little thinner. But then I see all of those other girls trying to get bee-stung lips and I can't help but laugh.
I love my figure. I'm rather pleased that I don't grow sideways (yet), so there's no spoiling it. It's kinda pear, kinda hourglass. More hourglass than pear, though. Right now I'm still a little on the plump side, but as Mrs. F puts it, I've got "quite a body" and maybe someday "those boys at school will be lining up" for me.
(why yes, she does flatter me a lot.)