Too shy shy? Hush hush...eye to eye? I'll go first:
Best: My saucer-sized peepers. I've been told by many beauty experts that my eyes were made for makeup. Is there a better compliment for a beauty blogger? I think not.
Worst: My tubby toes, an unfortunate genetic inheritance from Mama Spoiled Pretty. Ten years ago, a little girl I used to babysit informed me that my toes look like mini sausages. She was dead serious too. Every time I wear open-toed shoes, my self-confidence drops a couple of points. And I've spent years trying to figure out how to slim my fat phalanges.
Your turn...
