When I stand in the mirror what do I see. My toes are anally painted razamataz, a deep wine color. My legs are extremely pale white which makes the coffeestained birthmark on my right leg stand out more. I've never minded having a birthmark, it makes me different, my sister thought that my parents had spilled coffee on my leg when I was little and that is what happened. I get my legs from my grandma and they're something I actually like about myself. Then comes my worst feature. My belly. I can't even call it a stomach because it's too soft looking. I hate it, especially on the right side where I have my three inch appendix scar. My other favorite feature are my breasts. A full C. Then my face. Sometimes I think it's not so bad and other days I hate it. Of course there is my very rosy cheeks. It has taken me years to accept them. My nose is pretty basic. I like my eyes. Their baby blue and when I'm emotional they get a deep blue. But I feel that no one sees them beneath my glasses which I have no choice but wear because I can't deal with contacts. I feel like a librarian in them. My hair is chin length and is a washed out red which has become a goldenish redish color that I am so sick of. Then their are the two inches of brown roots that I am trying terribly hard to grow out.My hair is what I get from my mom's side with all it's weird ways it curls only in random places. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I think I look okay and other days I hate looking the way I do. Sometimes I think things would be better if I were someone else. Or if I were thinner or prettier or had beautiful long hair. But would I want to? My flat butt and my blushy cheeks are what make me.