Ah, vanity… Thy name is woman. Then again, maybe thy name is pragmatism. Like it or not, good looks are a woman’s currency; youth and good looks especially.
But we know we’re judged by how we look. Furthermore, we spend years judging ourselves and each other by these same superficial criteria.
When a recent discussion raised the topic of what I like about my appearance, alas, to my dismay, my initial reaction was to enumerate what I don’t like.
Shame. On. Me.
Old (bad) habits die hard. But that’s an entirely other conversation!
After a moment or two, I could indeed offer a few features for “favorite” status. My eyes come to mind, perhaps because they remain recognizable even as I grow older. There is beauty in recognizing ourselves over the course of decades, not to mention those many life changes that etch their stories into our bodies… And yes, the adage that the eyes are the windows to the soul definitely holds true in my case.
When push comes to shove, I can add two other items to my Looks List: pretty collar bones and lustrous hair. Once upon a time, I might have included a brighter, straighter smile, taut dancer’s calves (albeit on vertically challenged legs), and satiny skin in all the appropriate places.
Hmmm. I do seem to recall a former partner or two with other ideas. One was undeniably and irrepressibly a “breast man.” Another adored my tiny hands and feet. (Yes, there really are “feet” men.) A third loved my laugh. (Does that count?)
Thinking back, I haven’t a clue what my ex-husband found attractive about me. I don’t recall that he ever said. Strange, after so many years, to suddenly realize that.
So what about you?
I just know some of you are proud of your derrière. Come on. Admit it! And brava if you are blessed in the booty department. I must say, I’m glad that curves are back in style, though I suspect they never went out of style except perhaps in the mainstream media.
I’m very curious to know what your favorite “part” might be, if you’ve always appreciated the same features of your own physical being, and how that may be changing as time (and the wisdom of experience) do their inimitable thing.
And, lest you think I don’t possess particular parts amply appreciated on the male physique, dare I confess that I adore the torso? No need for six-pack abs, mind you. But a beautiful barrel chest is an object d’art if you ask me. Necessary? Naturally not.
In real life, I’m all eyes for a man with an intense and bemused gaze, and putty in the palms of a man with elegant hands. After all, these are what “touch” me — literally and figuratively. And both endure in their power and presence as the years pass.
Ladies, would you care to offer your thoughts? Would the gentlemen in the crowd like to recommend their favorite parts of a woman’s body? Yes, I have my reasons for this little data gathering exercise. (You’ll have to wait to find them out.)
Now, please… Do tell.
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