Question of the Day | 06/26/2008 12:00 am
Do you have a physical characteristic that sets you apart and that took you ages to love? Tell us about it.

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I have been told my eyes. They can be gray, blue or green, depending
on the color of a blouse, tee shirt etc. It also can depend on the color
of eyeshadow i’m using, when i do wear it.
I love them because they are mine, and are continuing to work very well
as i am approaching 60 years young.
Strawberry blond hair and a million freckles. As a kid, I couldn’t get away with anything because people would say, “It was the kid with the red hair.” Now, at 52, the strawberry blond hair is a striking color and is a good, natural cover for gray, so I love it now. My freckles are faded, but still visible. I miss being in the sun and keeping my freckles dark enough to look somewhat tan. But I’ve come to terms with using sunblock or staying out of the sun. I just wish people would stop telling me to go to a tanning bed and “get a good base.”
for all the red heads out there who dislike it:
I have always looooooved red hair!
every young boy and girl i see with it, i always say to them and their parents, “i bet EVERYone says something about your gorgeous hair!” or “I know a lot of women who pay a lot of money to get the color of your hair” the mothers always wink or nod, the boys turn away, fed up cause they’ve heard it a thousand times, and the girls always seem to be reluctant to hear it, but i catch a glimmer of a smile.
i hope this is a sign that the prevailing attitudes toward redheads has evolved from when you grew up hating your carrot top. again, i would loooove to have redhair, but even when i i dyed it red once, it didn’t do a thing for me with my skin tone.
I agree cath. I had a relative that had the most gorgeous mahogany hair. Stunning.
Many years ago I had a makeover on the Oprah show. A California stylist and Bobbi Brown for makeup. Medium length ash blonde hair (mostly known as mouse blonde) went away for a wonderful very short red. I loved it and occasionally I give it a try for a change.

Cath—red hair—on my—yessssssssssssss! Red hair does it for me totally—glory in it ladies—it drives this man and a lot of others I know up the wall and into the stratosphere. ;-)
Where were all you tall girls when I was growing up? I reached my full height 5’11” by the age of 14. I was taller than EVERY girl in school, and some of the boys. The only good thing was that I became taller than my mother! It was no fun trying to find pants long enough (I used to hand sew decorative trim to the bottom of my jeans back in the late 60’s, before it became fashionable). My mother used to buy me frilly dresses or blouses with ruffles, until I told her “Ma - have you looked at me lately?” She also hounded me about good posture, and thank goodness I listened. Once I left childhood behind, I truly embraced my height.

Peg: I sure hope you didn’t get too many: “How’s the weather up there Honey” cat calls :-)
Frank - More times than I could EVER count!! Also: “Well, you’re a long, tall drink ‘a water, aint’ ya, honey?”
Also, when I worked in the music biz, a well known, very short record producer used to look up at me and say “Jump Ball” every time he walked by me. I didn’t mind, though, he was a nice guy and it was all in fun.
Feature most commented on was always the “big brown eyes.” My hair is kind of naturally wavy, and in this weather (heat and big-time humidity), completely uncooperative. I don’t think I can be seen in public until September!
Looking pretty typically Italian, the hips have a tendency to spread a little, and, in my case, the chest was never too abundant. Still looked good, I guess, but I always considered my legs “purely work legs” when I longed for long, thin, and graceful.
Now, though, I appreciate it all. Those working legs are still, thank God, strong and dependable, and I’m still fairly small and compact, whereas my big-breasted counterparts are now lifting them off their bellies.
One of the few good things about aging so far. As long as all these parts are healthy and in working order, nothing else really matters.
I’ve been told since about age 13 that I have a “radio voice”. I’ve had people actually ask if that’s my real voice when I speak. Ironically, I spent two decades in radio news/sports. But it was always frustrating getting complimented on the voice all the time, because I worked so incredibly, incredibly hard at - especially - newswriting and reporting. But the only thing people in the public saw (or heard) outwardly was the voice. They didn’t know the tremendous dedication I had to the integrity of radio news. Now that I’m out of radio, I see it as a gift.
When I was a little girl, people used to get very excited at how much I looked like my father. My father was a dear, charming man, but he was a MAN, and no little girl wants to be confused with a man. It took a bit of growing up for me to understand that it was good to have many of my father’s features. In fact, one day when I was nineteen when I stopped by his office, never having been there before, the receptionist smiled at me, and said, “Oh you must be his daughter; you look just like him!”

Elizabeth: my daughter gets the same. She looks like me but at least her grandmother’s nose looks a damn sight better on her than it does on me lol
My ice cold hands turn bluish/ purple in winter.
You can’t imagine how many men ask to warm them up!!!
But I’ve learned to ask, “where do you plan on putting them?”
I have raynaud’s disease.
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/raynauds-disease/DS00433

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