- My laugh. Despite being a mere 17 years of age and never touching a cigarette in my life, I sound like a 60 year old woman with an esophageal disorder, like bronchitis.
- My thighs. They're just fat, have virtually no tone and wobble whenever I move.
- My eyes. By some peculiar misfortune I have heterochromia iridum, meaning there is a difference in colouration between my irises. It looks weird, and sets my love-of-symmetry OCD senses off. Thankfully, however, I wear contacts, so they keep the wee bastards hidden.
- My nose. Never been keen on the shape. Looks broken.
- My hair. It's just so... bland, I guess. It looks flat, lifeless and lacks bounce. I've also bleached the shit out of it, so that'll undoubtedly have consequences for me down the line.
- pretty much everything
apr 10 2014 ∞
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