I do not like my nose. Although I no longer hate it with the same gusto I did at 15, I still do not accept it.
I do not like my thighs; they're huge and riddled with stretch marks thanks to a growth spurt at 12, and my stomach refuses to be flat -- but I guess I have Lombardi's pizza to blame for that one. I wish my ass was perkier; my boobs are too big and too saggy, my lips should be less thin and pout on command, and my teeth are too small -- straight, but small. My dentist refuses to give me veneers; we've been arguing about it for years.