I forgot to add my chronic condition of resting bitch face

My constant eye rolling.

Horns. And a red, furry tail.

I have a broken tooth that was recapped when I was 15 and the dentist put some "extra" plastic on the back to make it stronger than the first cap. I didn't realize it until after I was halfway home that I couldn't bite down. After a time, I could, but doing so pushed it out of alignment, so it is now (and has been for thirty years) my most crooked tooth. I've never fixed it because it is my most recognizable trait, and I've been told it's charming.

I'd like to be in charge of that--because I'd make it "nothing."

Sadly, I'm not in charge, and people are unkind.

My tattoo (soon to be tattoos) each one is/will be designed by me and reflect deeply meaningful aspects of my personality.
Also my blonde hair and blue eyes, since my entire family have hazel eyes and black hair. Some people are convinced I'm adopted

Good looks charm personality, also speak fluent bullshit!!

I hope nothing about my 'appearance' defines me. I hope my actions and good deeds define me.

Hair.
It's what folks remember.

Though my theatre friends have an inkling , my everyday appearance does not give my true self away. I look all girl-next-door innocent. surprise, surprise ...

I guess that depends on who's looking. Probably my hair is the first thing people notice, but the weird waddle I do when I walk probably gets noticed too. I have some serious back problems.

Depends on who's judging, and most often it's my beard.

I get remarks about it all the time ranging from 'when are you going to shave it off?' (spoiler: never) To people asking if, or volunteering to, braid it.

I do love the silly argument of 'but what if you meet that perfect woman..blah blah' If she was indeed "perfect" she'd totally dig the beard so nya!

when I was a young man, I had a head full of thick curly hair. Now, it's relaxed a good deal (but not so much that it has fallen out) - and most of what defines me is the goatee/beard that I've sported since I was in my twenties.
Aside from that, let's just say that I have a face made for Radio Theater.

I am exceedingly large and frightening. I am comprised of 90% shoulder.

Absolutely nothing.

Chubby ginger with goggily eyes. I am also 5ft 8 so an imposing beast for a girl.

My appearance does not define me. My thoughts and actions do.

My size, even without carrying extra weight, I am a big guy, I was down to 8% body fat 15 years ago, but still had huge chest and shoulders.

I am Nobody, have no appearance.....

My height usually makes a statement even when I just try to blend in.

The length of my hair, way past shoulder length (but coming off soon; maintenance is a pain in the bum). And it looks blonde in the sun, although it’s quite grey. I get a lot of looks, mostly for all the wrong reasons.

My youthful appearance.

My ass.

My without thinking response is my hair. I'm 6 foot 2, which some people think is tall.

I think I'd have to say my hair.....