Physical attributes were a whole different story. And quite honestly, at the time, I didn't believe I had any. I mean, what young girl does? (I think we need to rewrite the manual for what we teach young girls.) Perhaps I believed I had one good quality. It was hard to argue with the fact that I had pretty eyes. I mean, if strangers came up to me and told me this, then it must be true, right? So that I could say comfortably and confidently. But anything else? Not so much.
In the shadows of the night, I have come to whisper that I like my ass. I do. But am I allowed to say that without sounding arrogant? Conceited? Not sure... (see this earlier post)
But after watching my ass shift and grow and change without workouts from what I thought it was naturally...I realize that I had worked hard for the ass I admired. So you know what? I have officially decided that I am allowed to like any and all of my assets...especially the ones that are shaped by my dedication and hard work. So there! :-) And that goes not only for the outer assets but the ones being strengthened on the inside as well.
Try it. It's a tad scary, but kind of fun.