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August 17, 2007

The Big Question

Filed under: The Big Question,Uncategorized — Miss Plumcake @ 11:56 am

Francesca and Plumcake want to know

What is the best compliment you’ve ever received about your body?


  1. My fiance, falling in love with me :-)

    Comment by Chloe — August 17, 2007 @ 12:47 pm

  2. That my husband’s nickname for me is, and has always been, “Beautiful.”

    Although lately I’ve dropped 40 pounds, not to be skinny, but to take the stress off my joints. All sorts of friends say “You look great!”, but one friend did have the kindness to tell me I’m too thin.

    Comment by Pinkleader — August 17, 2007 @ 1:00 pm

  3. My husband adores my body and compliments it all the time. But the best compliment came in a dream.

    I dreamt about running into an ex-boyfriend. In the dream, he looked better than he ever had in real life, while I looked like I did in reality: meaning bigger than I was been when we dated. He looked me up and down, smiled and said “you’ve grown. But your ass has grown too and that’s a good thing.”

    Thanks to that boost from who knows where in my subconcious, I have loved my ass ever since!

    Comment by Theresa — August 17, 2007 @ 1:00 pm

  4. “You’re a whole lotta woman.”

    Given the circumstances, I took it as a compliment.

    Comment by Colleen — August 17, 2007 @ 1:45 pm

  5. Two personal trainers (at two different gyms) have complimented my large, muscular calves.

    When I explain that they give me no end of grief because I adore tall boots and can never find boots that fit off the rack, they both quickly shut me down by saying a lot of their clients spend a lot of time & money trying to beef up their calves to my size.

    I think about that every time I have to send a new pair of boots back because they won’t fit.

    (“Well, even though I can’t get the boots I want, I do still have the calves some want – which, really, are much more useful than boots”)

    Comment by SamanthaBrite — August 17, 2007 @ 1:57 pm

  6. SamanthaBrite, I have the same problem!! The nicest compliments I get are that I have great legs…but oh, the boots I can’t wear!

    Comment by Sydneycat — August 17, 2007 @ 2:08 pm

  7. Once, when wearing a particularly flattering red dress, a guy I kind of liked was sitting with a friend and I. I had to get up to get something and as I walked away, he commented to my friend on my outfit.

    He said, “You know, that dress just does something for my anatomy.”

    Comment by LilysMom — August 17, 2007 @ 2:17 pm

  8. I get compliments on my hair, my height and my skin. My little sister, who is usually kinda picky, told me approvingly when I was wearing my 4″ Michael Kors platforms “your legs are a million miles long in those shoes!”

    Comment by Dowdydiva — August 17, 2007 @ 2:29 pm

  9. My boyfriend always compares my back to sculpted marble! At first it seemed a little strange, but if he can ignore my D cups and instead appreciate my back (unusually muscular from years of dancing), which is so much more unique and “me,” *that* is a heck of a compliment, I think.

    Comment by Sarah — August 17, 2007 @ 2:30 pm

  10. Just this morning, I woke up to my husband petting me- not in a “heavy petting” kind of way, but like I was a dog or a cat! But mostly focusing on the curve from my waist to my hips. It went on for awhile, until he realized I was awake and got a little embarrassed.

    “I just love how soft you are,”” he said. “Having you close to me, it’s like we were made for each other. It’s just…well, you just fit so well when I snuggle up against you. Plus, you smell wonderful: like cookies.”

    On a slightly more G-rated note, I do science workshops for kids- preschool through 6th grade. When I ask for questions, I get all kinds of stuff not related to to the topic at hand. (e.g.”What is your favorite color? Do you have any pets?”) In two different classes, little girls have raised their hands to announce, “Teacher! You’re so pretty! I like your smile.”

    I think of that every time I am having an off day. Somehow, it means a lot more to me than the occasional “Nice rack!” from a passing construction worker. ;)

    Comment by Jenna — August 17, 2007 @ 2:58 pm

  11. I did a girl’s makeup for her wedding and instead of cash payment, we bartered a trial makeup and day-of makeup for two yoga lessons. Between the wedding and my lessons, we developed a friendship and she got to know that while I’m not completely satisfied with my body, I am able to talk about it quite directly and objectively. When we finally got around to the yoga lessons (my first ever), she was really impressed with my flexibility and ability to engage muscles just by her telling me to do so. She actually said that for a first-timer, I was very graceful and fun to watch.

    That and my husband constantly smacking my butt and shouting, ‘I love that ASS!’

    Comment by The Jimbles — August 17, 2007 @ 5:54 pm

  12. In my major at my university (sociology), which is full of people who can’t remember the name of any one who lived after Karl Marx, I’m known as “the girl with the crazy/beautiful/georgeous eyes”. I don’t think my eyes are that spectacular, but everybody seems to know who they’re talking about.

    Comment by Rachael — August 17, 2007 @ 6:40 pm

  13. When I was flying back to college after Christmas vacation one year, an older (50-60 y/o) Italian gentleman was sitting next to me (I was probably about 19 or 20 years old at the time). After conversing a bit, he said to me: “You must get down on your knees every day and thank God for your mother”. I took that to mean I had great genes.

    Comment by Carol — August 17, 2007 @ 8:13 pm

  14. I was awkward in junior high, and I still remember being about fifteen, and the first five or so times that people (who weren’t related to me, and weren’t adults) told me that I was beautiful.

    Comment by Holly — August 17, 2007 @ 9:04 pm

  15. My fiance constantly compliments my curly hair, claiming it’s gorgeous no matter how often I think it’s frizzy, my eyes, which I don’t think are anything special, and my ass, which I think is far too wide. Friends who know me online and only see pictures constantly compliment my cheekbones and smile. It’s nice to have people see in me what I can’t see in myself.

    Comment by Danielle — August 17, 2007 @ 10:08 pm

  16. I have had several people tell me recently, when cuddling, that my breasts were the most comfortable and comforting thing they have every leaned on :-) Also, my last boyfriend and newest beau, as well as my darling roommate, all love my legs and tell me that the fishnets that I love to wear are dangerous! That is balm to my soul, considering that my body definitely takes after the substantial, peasant-blooded side of the family.

    Comment by Rebecca — August 18, 2007 @ 12:51 am

  17. My fiance constantly tells me, at the most unexpected moments, that I am the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. I find it difficult to believe sometimes, but I know that he absolutely means it.

    My favorite compliment, though, was on my legs. I was on a tour of Radio City Music Hall in New York, and like all the tourists lined up to get my picture taken with a Rockette. I was wearing shorts, and struck a Rockette-like pose with one leg sticking out. The Rockette said, “Wow, look at those legs! Are you a dancer?” (I was and still am an Irish step dancer.) A compliment like that means a lot when it comes from a woman whose career is dependent on having lovely legs!

    Comment by JaneC — August 18, 2007 @ 1:42 am

  18. “You look fabulous!” Said by a fellow I knew slightly in our medieval re-creation group. I’ve gotten substantially more medievally authentic in my dressing for events since then, but I just can’t get rid of the shirt I was wearing when he told me that. I look fabulous in it!

    Comment by TeleriB — August 18, 2007 @ 6:59 am

  19. A co-worker once said to me, “You have a great attitude about your body. You carry yourself really well. You don’t let anyone tell you you can’t wear red.” It was something I’ll always remember — that someone who wasn’t trying to get into my pants would notice and say such a thing.

    Comment by Jane — August 18, 2007 @ 7:18 am

  20. My ex-husband, struggling for a way to describe me to his fellow squids out on the boat (submarine), finally came up with “German milkmaid”. Odd, but I always loved it.

    Comment by Whitney — August 18, 2007 @ 1:57 pm

  21. What a lovely question!

    An old love once described me as the illegitimate lovechild of Bettie Page and the Venus of Willendorf. If I were the marryin’ type, I would’ve proposed right then and there.

    Comment by LRascal — August 18, 2007 @ 3:39 pm

  22. Can I do 2? I was waiting for a subway on a sweltering August day in a stretched out, too-short tank top & my battered, baggy cut-off shorts, make-up sweated off & straggley hair in a messy top-knot. A small, slight Russian guy several inches shorter than me walked up to me & said “You have the body of an Angel! Please, promise me you will never lose weight!” He wasn’t trying to pick me up, and didn’t even follow me onto the subway car. It made me feel glorious, and reminds me that the trimmings (makeup, shoes etc.) are just decorations.

    And the second, my loving man of 11 years looked over at me while we were watching “My Super Ex-Girlfriend”, and said thoughtfully:

    “You know, you’re prettier than Uma Thurman.”

    I am a HUGE Uma fan, and he wasn’t even sucking up, just making commentary. He looked a bit surprised when I freaked. I strutted around for WEEKS!

    Comment by QuiteLight — August 18, 2007 @ 5:55 pm

  23. Two first-graders once passed me on the street and then turned back and said in notes of awe: Wow! That ass!
    Still has me giggling…..

    That, and a gay friend of mine who commented in wonder that was wearing something nobody fatter than Paris Hilton should ever wear and that I looked like a Gaultier model in it. Needless to say, I wear that outfit quite often these days…..

    Comment by dinazad — August 20, 2007 @ 4:15 am

  24. My very sweet boyfriend who gives me lots of compliments and tells me I’m sexy all the time also says I have an ass to grab onto. Love it. :)

    Comment by Angie — August 20, 2007 @ 9:35 am

  25. I’m not a skinny woman–I used to be obese, and then lost over 100 pounds, but I’m still a size 14/16 at 6′, and my body shows the effects of losing that much weight, although it’s not too bad, I’m lucky. I don’t need surgery or anything for loose skin. Anyway, my husband *loves* my body. Some months ago, before we were married, I walked across the bedroom naked and he said, “When I look at your naked body, I just can’t believe my luck that you’re mine.” :) The thing is, I feel the exact same way about him, my big weightlifting hunk of man.

    Comment by Pencils — August 20, 2007 @ 1:04 pm

  26. People have always told me that I’m beautiful, but for a long time I heard “such a pretty face, shame about the rest” even though that wasn’t what was being said. Finally starting to listen and accept compliments has made all the difference in the way I project myself.

    While I get a lot of the nice T&A sort of thing from guys in bars, and they’re nice, my favorites are the ones where strangers aren’t trying to sleep with you. Like gay guys. A friend’s friend once kept interrupting himself to tell me how sexy I was–and with why! Like that I have great eyes made naughty behind those black framed glasses. That I wear dresses instead of the jeans/boob shirt uniform. I was totally rocking the sexy librarian thing that night. It’s good when it’s the things that are *you* rather than focus on the random bits that are everyone’s favorites. It made a huge difference to me. Now I rock my own look and don’t worry about trying to look like all my friends.

    Comment by Sara — August 20, 2007 @ 4:53 pm

  27. My sexy Puerto Rican bf told me that I wasn’t fat at all. That I’m sexy and curvy. Yep, me, a size 16. I glowed.

    Comment by Angel — August 20, 2007 @ 7:29 pm

  28. One of my ex’s once told me I had eyes like a stained glass window. He said my green eyes had threads of gold in them which made them look exactly like beautiful stained glass windows. Before he gave me that compliment I had never noticed that my eyes were anything but dark green.

    Comment by Jane Canuck — August 20, 2007 @ 9:11 pm

  29. A friend of mine: “You look so good in pants. Look at those long legs! From now on, that’s your new nickname: Legs.”

    Comment by LAS — August 21, 2007 @ 6:44 pm

  30. I have two very distinct compliments.

    At the age of 18 at college in a city I didn’t know with hardly any friends and after a very difficult break-up I landed myself in a mental hospital for a few days. An older gentleman who was there for having Vietnam flashbacks said, in a totally no-creepy way, that I must be the most beautiful girl on this campus with my red hair and big brown eyes, (the campus where I felt like the most ugly and most fat,) that I looked exactly like his wife when she was my age. He also told me later what I repeat to myself as a mantra from time to time, “no boy is worth all that.” simple but I swear he was my guardian angel during that time period.

    my senior year in college, after having been well adjusted and even quite happy I wrote a blog on how miserable my body was, how much I hated not being a skinny Vandy Girl and even though I made fun I wished I could walk into the the gym and merely glance at the equipment and then proceed to be completely filled with four pieces of lettuce for lunch, that I longed for nothing but a cut up denim mini-skirt. One of best girl friends at college replied to my post saying that she was completely offended by this entire notion because I was the girl that she looked and completely believed that one can be gorgeous, sexy, stylish, seductive, and beautiful at any size. that is my favorite compliment of all time. all vandy girl pipe dreams faded in the wind from whence they came. and then i’m sure it was time for tequila body shots or something.

    Comment by Brittany — August 22, 2007 @ 1:54 pm

  31. My ex boyfriend fell in love with me when I was bald from chemo. He used to kiss the back of my neck and tell me how beautiful I was and how he couldn’t wait to see how even more lovely I would be when I was healthy and my hair grew back. He never made me feel ugly about what was happening to me. I really swear that it was his love that got me through all of it. Sadly, we broke up. But I will forever love him for the way he made me feel.

    And just the other day, two little 2nd grade twin girls told me that they loved my “new” hair – it’s super curly.

    Comment by debutaunt — August 24, 2007 @ 3:19 am

  32. The first time my lover saw me naked, he kissed my Buddha belly and told me it was beautiful. And meant it, and six years later, still does.

    Comment by Jezebel — August 24, 2007 @ 11:33 am

  33. “It doesn’t matter what hollywood and the last fifty years have to say, men have been worshiping and painting you on cavewalls for thousands of years.”

    Comment by Raina — August 29, 2007 @ 1:55 am

  34. An architect, looking at a photo of me nude, said “That woman is well massed.”

    Comment by Stella — August 29, 2007 @ 7:44 pm

  35. When I asked him the eternally irritating “What do you like best about me?” question, my boyfriend told me he loved my boobsmarts. He explained that it was the brilliant combination of my brains and great rack. Now whenever I have a hard time finding a dress to house my formidable girls, I think about my boobsmarts and feel proud and grateful.

    And once, after explaining that I wouldn’t be going home with him, I told a guy in a bar what I did for a living and he said, “Well, you’re one sexy librarian.”

    Comment by Ivy — August 29, 2007 @ 11:13 pm

  36. I was bartending one night in a tight red slip dress at a nightclub. It was early and so I only had a handful of customers, the majority of which were my ex’s motorcycle buddies. I’d just come back from running to the DJ booth to stop a disc from skipping and walked up to hear Henri saying to my ex “That one’s just a freight train full of sex isn’t she?” My boyfriend grinned evilly and nodded his agreement. I caught Henri’s eye and winked at him as I sashayed past to wait on another customer. Hands down my favorite compliment ever. :)

    Comment by Melanie — September 6, 2007 @ 8:55 pm

  37. I was at this dress-up party, dressed as a policewoman in a short skirt and a clingy, low-cut top. I rarely ever wear skirts, or go to parties, for that matter, so I was feeling like a huge, ugly, half naked… whale.
    I overheard two guys checking out a slim and pretty girl also dressed as a policewoman, complimenting her on her hot costume. As soon as they saw me, they went “WOW! But not half as hot as this one!” They were completely serious, deeply impressed with my hotness.
    Not that such a statement from to drunk boys means much. But winning in direct comparison to the thin girl made my day.

    Comment by Em — September 21, 2007 @ 6:30 pm

  38. I can’t believe I never answered this one!

    Last winter I worked at the Dickens Christmas Fair in San Francisco. One of the clothing booths hired me to sell for them. And one of the perks of the job was that I was forced (oh woe!) to wear these gorgeous, exotic, beautifully made clothes that would make Mata Hari salivate.

    So there I was one day working the booth in a gorgeous crushed velvet gown with a not-crushed velvet coat over the top, and a couple fabulous hand-dyed scarves containing my hair. I looked like a silent film Vamp like Theda Bara. It was awesome.

    I suddenly found myself face to face with three tall, slender, blondes any of whom could have been a high fashion model in a heartbeat if she chose. Just as I was about to ask if there was anything they’d like to try on, one of them turned to the other two and said ‘I wish we could wear these clothes like she can’ and pointed at me!

    I’m five-foot-two in my stockinged feet, I was wearing a size twenty, I’m in my mid-forties, my hair is a bit thin these days, and my teeth are in lousy shape…and this tall, thin, gorgeous blonde was jealous of my looks!

    Even more amazingly, the other two nodded mournfully in agreement and all three slumped their way out of the booth.

    As much as I’m thrilled they thought I looked that great, I was horrified that they thought so little of themselves that they wouldn’t even try anything on. They would have looked magnificent.

    I’m going to see if I can work that booth again this winter.

    Comment by Twistie — September 21, 2007 @ 7:16 pm

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