31 Day Blog Challenge - Day 10: Best Physical Feature

Good Looks I’ve Learned to Do Without – I Know It’s Love That Really Counts

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Much like yesterday’s prompt in the 31 Day Blog Challenge made me uneasy because of its focus on the negative, today’s makes me equally uncomfortable because of its focus on the physical. But as it lets me quote a Temptations song in my title, I guess I can forgive.

What’s Your Best Physical Feature

Well let’s see, shall we? There’s just so much to choose from!

It could be the abundant hair that sprouts from my every pore, acting as a deterrent from any would-be suitor getting too close for fear that my body hair puts his to shame. Check out the lush forest that springs forth from my long long legs. Or the bushy expanse under my arms. If you look closely, you can see tiny tendrils merrily dancing across my toes!

I make hirsute sexy!

Of course, that is nothing compared to the excess flab that jiggles from my bones like a balloon full of jam. Every shimmy or shake undulates like my parents’ old water bed, which I can only imagine lends a pleasing sort of rhythm to my dance moves in the club. And oh the warmth! The extra layer of fat keeps me toasty through the night and means my partner can stick his cold hands into the folds of my belly in order to avoid wearing mittens to bed.

I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly!

And then there is my dry and flaky scalp, which means I am constantly scratching my head like a nit-ridden toddler and digging deep bloody trenches into the tender skin above my ears. Wearing dark clothes gives a bit of festive cheer year round, as one can almost imagine the snow that sits upon my shoulders is an homage to the holiday season.

When you add in my equally dry and scaly arms and legs, you can have a quiet chuckle to yourself and imagine how I felt in elementary school when my peers gave me the affectionate nickname “Lizard Skin.” Or you can give silent thanks to the deity of your choice that your feet don’t crack open and bleed because no amount of lotion keeps them in good condition.

But perhaps my very best physical feature – the one that is there for all to see, whatever I wear, whatever the weather, however I feel inside – is the giant smile that splits my face in two. The one that says, “I’m not perfect, but I am loved beyond my wildest dreams.”