Okay, I think this might be the last one of these I do…at least for awhile. I’m really starting to feel awfully silly!
I love the color of my skin. I am very, very white. My forearms are a little darker than the rest of me, seeing as I rarely have them covered, and I guess my face is a little darker, too…but other than that, I’m Really Freaking Pale. It’s got its downsides, of course. Every little cut, mark, blood vessel, hair follicle, pore, or what-have-you is immediately obvious. But I like it anyway.
I am exceptionally pleased with my height. When I was a toddler, my parents used this calculation thing that my pediatrician gave them to estimate my adult height, and I was “supposed” to turn out to be 6′ 2″! That could have been awesome, but I think I’m glad I topped out at 5′ 7.75″. Tall enough to be useful, but not tall enough to have problems finding decently long trousers.
Overall, I like my shape. I really wish my belly and breasts weren’t so big, but I like the underlying framework and my basic proportions. It’s not too bad at all!