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1. My auburn hair. That’s a combination of brown and red. You can really see the red in the sun. Growing up I was so embarrassed to have red hair. But when I was in high school a foreign exchange student told me she loved my hair and she even tried to get her hairdresser to dye her hair my color. I was flattered and decided my hair color was pretty cool after all.

2. Speaking of hair, my hair is very, very [very] thick. Everybody tells me “I wish my hair was just half as thick as yours.” I think, “yeah, me too.” It’s poofy. It’s wild. I need one of those whips that lion tamers use. And I lose a handful of hair in the shower every morning, but you’d never know by looking at it. I still wish it was a tad bit thinner and I have my hair dresser do quite a number with her thinning shears every time I go in for a haircut, but I’ve learned to live with it. And I bought a straightening iron which helps.

3. My eyes are lazy. Not as in hanging out on the couch watching TV lazy, but as in they just travel off to look at things my brain hasn’t told them to look at. My left eye is really bad. Often I think I’m looking at people, but my left eye will get bored and go wandering off to the left. It makes people think I’m not paying attention. It really bothered me when I was younger, but what can I do about it. According to my eye doctor, not much.

4. Still on my eyes, I have hazel eyes. Some days they’re green. Some days they’re brown. That never bothered me much, but it was something that made me different. And you know how teenage girls hate to be different.

5. My face is not symmetrical. Every year when I got my school picture taken they would ask me to tilt my head to the left. That’s because my left eye is slightly higher than my right eye.

6. I have a wide nose. You’d think with this big honking nose I’d be able to breath. But you’d be wrong. I’ve already had one surgery in 2003 to remove “hundreds” of polyps and now they’re coming back. Fun.

7. I have a lot of freckles, especially in the summer. I HATED them as a child. HATED! All the adults would go “oooh, your freckles are so cute” and I would want to gag. And the kids would all snicker and giggle. Death to freckles. But now I like them. And my kids have freckles and they are sooo cute on them.

8. I have a super thin upper lip. Almost non-existent. I’m like all lower lip and that’s all. I could probably hide that flaw with lip liner, but why go to all that effort.

9. I have itty bitty boobies. That really bothered me as a teenager. All my friends were starting to blossom and I still looked like a preteen boy. But whatever. Now I don’t have to worry about sports bras when I drag my butt on to the treadmill. Although if I was a Hollywood actor with way too much money, I’d probably get a boob job. I’m jealous of all the cute tanks girls with boobs can wear. But new boobs are so far down on my list of “things to buy” I’ll just live with my flat chest.

10. I have freakishly long arms. Nobody makes shirts for freakishly long armed girls. Some stores say they do, but their lying. I bought a few “tall” sweaters from JC Penney. I’m not sure what they meant by tall. Maybe them meant long torso, because they certainly didn’t mean long arms. So my wrists are often cold. And I wear a lot of mens shirts which are then bagging and since I have no boobs, I look like a boy.

11. To go along with my arms, I also have freakishly long legs. But many stores are now coming out with tall pants. And they really are tall. Some are as long as 36 inches, which totally rocks. I was feeling so sad that my ankles were often exposed to the harsh winter weather.

12. My knees knock together. This is part of what causes me to be so clumsy. My knees don’t play along when I’m walking. They like to meet for lunch and chit chat while I’m walking. Knees are not supposed to be friends. They are supposed to be independent of one another. Try telling that to my knees though.

13. I’m pigeon toed. When I was little my dad constantly told me not to sit on my legs. He told me to sit indian style [or criss cross applesauce as they politically correctly say now]. But, noooo, I never listened. Sitting on my legs was so much more fun. I pay for it now.

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