Bodily bitches.

Wow, blatant copyage of teh Erin. w00t. Love.

Let's start off with things I actually like about my body, in no particular order:

-My waist. It is teh_skinny, unlike -everything- else.
-My hands/fingers. YAYS FOR PIANO HANDS.
- My eyes. Whoot green brown.
-My nose. CUTENESS.
-Skin. According to Dylan: "Shit, dude, even -zits- look almost good with your skin." I also have a natural blush.
-Cheeks. They are cute and pinchable.
-Arms. They are le_garrrr. Strongness. My lower legs, too.
-Hips. FLARED, BITCHES, majorly. Itty bitty waistline, wide hips.
-Neck. I dunno why. It's just there.
HATRED, argh:

-Tummeh. It is pouchy.
-Gluteus Maximus. OMFG. SO MADE OF CRISCO AND DONUTS.
-Knees. Ow. Knock-kneed, painfully so.
-Feet are far tooooo big.
-Toes. OMFG INGROWN TOENAILS.
-Thighs. TOO. DAMN. BIG. They throw off my itty bitty waistline and wide hips. Plus they keep me from wearing the size fourteen/sixteens I could be wearing, bump me up to an eighteen or so, so my pants are too baggy around the waist and too tight around my thighish area.
-Chin. Ewwie. Doubled.
-Ears. TOO FUCKING BLOCKED.

AGH HATE/Yay love.

-My boobs. They hurt sometimes, but in proportion to my waist and hips, they look damn good. I like them sometimes, except when they hurt. I mean, it's really bizzare. It's like BROAD-itty bitty- BROAD in boobage-waist-hipthigh terms.
-Hair. Depends on what it decides to do that day.