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My doctor said I look like a million dollars - green and wrinkled.
When I was young, I was told that I had a sulky, pouty face.
I'm not into wrinkles.
He never looked great but he's dreadful now, face thin and eyes staring like you see in cartoons of mad imams and hunched over. If that's what God does to you you should pick your friends more carefully.
with a face like a fish pressed to glass; eyes so large they appear distorted. "Is
I was a little bit chubby when I was a kid.
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
No need to take it out on me that you're so wrinkled you have to screw your hat on.
Jake had blond hair with a slight curl, smooth skin pulled loose across a square jaw, and the perfect amount of baby fat left on his 19-year old face to soften the cheeks beneath his kind green eyes.
flared out at the bottom. She wore so
His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning.
Age will flatten a man.
What flaw could you possibly find in his appearance?"
"His posture," Hannah muttered.
"What about it?"
"He slouches."
"He's an American. They all slouch. The weight of their wallets drags them over.
He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.
I'm in shape...Round's a shape.
His smile was disjointed, like he was out of practice.
I never thought that I'd be considered to have a good body. I was bony up top and kind of dumpy on the bottom.
Some people look like they were born on a clothes hanger. Not me. I look more like I was born in a dryer.
Leanness of body and soul may go together.
Probably look like fucking Captain Hook.
Frenchman was tall and thin, with a lugubrious and tired face, but
Like a skunk that's been living off Mexican food.
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
inert and seemingly lifeless.
Puny human body, my ass!
Sagging wrinkles, hanging breasts and many another sign of age are part of gravitation's slow relentless handiwork.
He looks tired, like someone walked on his skin and left footprints.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look
Yup, definitely lumpy.
Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.
If it weren't for my adam's apple, I'd have no shape at all.
I'm in shape. Round is a shape.
An old expression
'she looks like she was weaned on a pickle'
came to my mind.
curvy." I liked Lacey, but I saw Margo's
I used to have a terrific flat stomach but now it's kind of blown out after two giant babies used it as a short-term apartment.
Old, like swallowed tears.
Strong and healthy is the new sexy.
My mother always called me 'sturdy' and said I have big bones. A little fat is what I am.
I'm super-curvy.
I'm more a 1950s hourglass shape.
I look fine. I've had no surgery apart from an operation I had decades ago to remove the fat under my eyes. My mum looked 30 when she was 60, so I guess I owe it all to genes and hair dye.
I'm Cuban, so I like a bit of curve. I just want my booty to have a little lift!
Her head is full of bubbles, her nose is petite, she looks like she never gets nothing to eat.
I don't like my physique. Who does?
My husband says I look like a Q-tip.
I'm not into looking crisp. That's not how I dress or who I am.
A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry
It's shrinkage! Hasn't she heard of shrinkage? -George Costanza, Seinfeld
If I don't go to the gym and work out, I look like a bag of bones. I go three times a week usually and it's nearly all weights work to help with definition.
With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
If your thighs look like the hood of a white Toyota minivan after a hailstorm, you aren't juicy.
There's something to be said about a slightly plump person - you have just enough of too much.
Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm as he grips a tray. He's not a muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don't like that "I have boulders in my biceps" look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.
Not beautiful, not brilliant, no longer young.
Hefty? I'd railed to Peter, waving the clipping for emphasis. Hefty? For the record 'Hefty' is a trash bag. I'm festively plump.
Not fat, just not anorexic. She's soft in all the right places.
more like a grimace.
When you have a beanpole body, everything looks cute. Like Alexa Chung. I like her style, but she's really tall and skinny, so everything looks good on her.
My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Personally, I've always loved the curvy look.
I don't normally look like a twig and I do eat like a pig but the weight has just dropped off me.
When I started skiing my pants were baggy and my cheeks were tight
Now my cheeks are baggy and my pants are tight.
His shoulders slumped as though he were a human-shaped balloon that had just lost half of its air.
Pretty as a painting, but thorny as a rose.
We all look good for our age. Except for our necks.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
So limp of brain that for them to conceive an idea is to risk a haemorrhage. So limp of body that their purple dresses appear no more indicative of housing nerves and sinews than when they hang suspended from their hooks.
Washed-out like last year's swimsuit.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
Their skin hung loose over their bodies like suits they had inherited from larger ancestors, with the trousers ridiculously baggy.
Hey soda girl. You're flat.
She was all slump and sag her spirit withering like a tuckering weed shambling for a way out
Like more tired than usual. Hard and crumbling at the edges.
I'm going to have wrinkles really soon
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.
I gazed into the mirror ... There, staring at me, was the pallid, flabby-mouthed face of a crook
You start out happy that you have no hips or boobs. All of a sudden you get them, and it feels sloppy. Then just when you start liking them, they start drooping.
Puny legs weaken the soul.
Nothing wrong with the way your mother looks. First thing in the morning, last thing at night, and every hour in between, she looks just fine.
Her face looked like the bottom of a dried up creek bed after a drought,
My face is round, and my cheeks are pinchable, and my ears stick out farther than I'd like.
Are you okay? You seem ... soggy."
"Soggy?"
"Yes." Heather nodded. "Like you're a depressed spaghetti noodle or something.
If you measure it, it will improve.
Not just chubby fat, I'm talkin' gordo
How are they hanging, tall, dark, and growly?"
"It's too fucking cold for them to be hanging anywhere right now.
Genetically, I'm like my mum, and she looked great right up until her death in 1989.
thin and elegant as a mantis
All of us, no matter how we look born into this world, feel something like the Hunchback. It doesn't matter if you have a beautiful face or not.
Never has my flabber been so completely gasted.
I always thought I was sort of awkward and goofy-looking. I'm still kind of gangly.
Curvy is something to be proud of.
Magnificently unprepared for the long littleness of life.
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
Posture is Paramount.
chubby face was hidden underneath a thick beard. His gut stuck out just a little bit over his waist but that didn't stop him from wearing these tight polo shirts and a pair of slacks every night. Maybe he thought it added a little class to the place. But people weren't here
He is a gross man-mountain balanced on strangely tiny feet. Not fat, vast.
I've got to stay awake,' she said, punching her cheeks until the roses came. 'There isn't time to sleep, I'd look consumptive, I'd sag like a tenement, and that wouldn't be fair: a girl can't go to Sing Sing with a green face.
Blue eyes as level as a foot rule, with wrinkles at the corners - the product of humour and of twenty years' staring at a thousand horizons.
Solid and dense as his own, a nose ring and angelbites.