Day ten asks, What is your best physical feature?
Oh. Well… let me think about that. Here, watch this while you wait:
Well, that was kind of awkward.
I asked my husband. He sputtered and hemmed and hawed and said that the whole package was great.
Suuuuure it is. *sends death-glare in husband’s direction* (Really, he’s just scared to say “boobs.”)
I guess that means it’s up to me. Strange, isn’t it? I could give you a list of my least-great features, but I can’t think of what I’d call my best physical feature. So I’m going to give you one that’s interesting rather than “good.”
My feet. My freaky-ass monkey toes, to be exact. Oh, they’re kind of horrible, especially if you don’t like feet all that much to begin with. They’re not ugly, though, just kind of deformed. I get it from my dad, and my brother has them, too, but mine are the worst. My big toes are normal (if slightly too large to be comfortable in closed-toe high-heels), the next toe kind of leans toward the big toe… and then the others all twist around to snuggle into each other, just a line of cuddly, curled up toes.
Sorry: Cuddly, curled up freak toes.
Aah, but I like them. They’re different. And overall, I like my feet. They’re small (just barely a size 6), the arches are downright sexy, and if I could get a pedicure once in a while, I think they’d be kind of pretty. Also, I’m thankful for my dainty ankles. Weak, but dainty.
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No, you don’t get a nude picture. What kind of blog do you think this is?!