Susannah
| My arms I never wear sleeveless tops because my upper arms are proportionately much chunkier than my wrists. My dainty forearms become a member of the same fat family when my whole arm is displayed. This is why I cover them totally or just show my wrists in three-quarter-length sleeves. My tummy To have this hanging over a too-tight waistband kills all the self-esteem I might need to get through the day. When I sit down, I always cover my belly with arms or a handy hand-bag. The best cover for my least favourite bit is a fitted top that hugs my boobs and flares out over the tummy. My ankles Aside from my wrists these are the only bits of my body I am happy to show naked. Because they are thin and shapely, I can wear all skirt lengths just so long as they don't reveal my terrible, wrinkly knees. . |
 | My neck Weird thing to loathe, I know, but it's short and rather thick. It has no definition because it is topped by a jaw that dribbles down the gullet and makes me chinless but not a wonder. As if by magic, shirt collars erase all signs of my neck whereas round necks or polos make my face look as if I am being throttled. My boobs The key to these is to keep them covered but show them off. As they are so huge compared to other parts and because my skin is now getting crepey, it's important that the cleavage line is always covered by fitted tops that still define the shape of my boobs. A lack of cleavage line makes my boobs less in your face and more demure. My bum Love it. It's pert and high as a kite. I show it off at all times by wearing skirts and trousers that hug it lovingly. That way we can see that I have long legs |