You know, not to sound like I’m full of myself, but I’m not exactly unhappy with my body. Generally speaking. I mean, yes, I’d like my stomach to be flatter, and I’d like my abs to be more firm (read: I’d like my abs to exist). And maybe I’d like my thighs to be a bit thinner, but I could be in a lot worse shape. Especially considering the way I treat my body. As I’ve discussed before I don’t exactly eat healthy things. Sugar and carbs are my favorite foods. I also don’t really work out, and by “don’t really work out,” I mean I’m lazy as all get out. So all things considered, I’m not too displeased.
The cliche thing to say is that my favorite part of my body is my eyes, you know they are the windows to the soul (just to finish out the cliche). And that would be partly true. I used to hate them when I was younger. I wanted blue eyes. All the pretty girls in movies and in school had blue eyes. And my sister had beautiful dark brown eyes..and mine were plain and brownish. Who wants brownish eyes? That being said, I’m still not a huge fan of the color of my eyes, but I don’t hate it. Though there is nothing spectacular about the color, I have learned that my eyes are generally the most expressive part of me. And that is sometimes a good and a bad thing. It’s good because I can often times get my point across without too much difficulty, they also sometimes help me get what I want. But, it’s a bad thing because sometimes they are too expressive when I want my thoughts to remain relatively secret.
I’m also a fan of my collar bone. I just like that I have one and it’s in once piece. And that I can feel it. Oddly enough, it’s where my hand automatically goes whenever I’m: thinking, embarrassed, “flirting” (let’s be real here, I’m a terrible “flirter” so I’m not even sure it can be categorized as such), scared, sad, or really just anytime I don’t know what to do with my hands. It’s like how most guys use the back of their neck, their hand just automatically go there for some reason (yeah, I’ve caught on, boys).