I like body parts. I can never look at people without seeing their separate parts. It probably has to do with my extreme dislike of my legs, which I think needs to be about 2-3 inches longer between the ankles and the calves. But I do like my arms...and the clavicle...and the bones on my back...they look like wings could have been there once. I love clothes. I don't care about labels. I love people-watching...what they wear, how they carry themselves. I mentally document what I see for reference. I care a lot about how I present myself...Not for anyone but me. I find that at 35, I am just starting to know myself. There is progress and that is a good start.