Having big boobs, people! Sure, they are cool, but you get a lot of trouble finding bras your size and "supportive" enough, sometimes to the point of having to use two at once to keep them in place. They are also annoying when you want to go running...

Maybe you could get a guy to hold them for you while running with you...

I have to exercise, and strenuously. Otherwise within one or two days, I start going insane. Literally. In other words, I am cursed to always push myself to become physically stronger otherwise I lose my sanity. And it's genetic.

I was always able to get money when needed, strangely enough, someone else always needed it more. In other words, I always had enough money to give to somebody else.

I have no sense of smell. This sucks, unless you live in a family where farting is a common occurrence.

Given that taste is strongly linked to smell, this can also be BlessedWithSuck.

This troper had a few people who tried to break her down. Repeatedly. And it didn't work, so now she just has that bit of confidence. *blows raspberry*

You think being tall and having super-long, toned legs as a woman is awesome? Yes, in some situations, but good luck finding trousers!

Something like that happened to this troper. It's awesome to have a 100cm butt...except for the little detail that you can't buy underwear without blushing so hard that the employee asks me if I'm okay. And, oh! I forgot to mention that I'm not even an adult.

Well, perhaps you could get your boyfriend to buy it for you! Unless you don't have a boyfriend, in which case it shouldn't be too difficult for you to get one... well, unless the issue is that you don't want one, that is...

I have terrible eyesight so I wear glasses. With glasses my eyesight is better than that of normal people.

I'm dyslexic. Now, the most commonly known symptom of dyslexia is "can't read or write properly". Well, that's ''normally'' the case, but I only show the two lesser-known symptoms (problems reading analogue clocks/can't tell left from right). Why? I found reading too hard and ''learnt to read in a totally different way to almost everyone else in the world'', so that I can read just fine - only, I read fast. Very fast. As in, in a period of time where most people my age can read five books, I can read ''twenty-six''. I have a tendancy to write quickly too, so I do make a lot of typos - but I learnt to spot typos automatically when I was a child, so I automatically know if someone has spelt something wrong! Yes, I'm a walking Word processor/scanner - and all because I'm dyslexic!

"Tendancy"?

I'm smart. Genius-level IQ. I'm in Mensa. Do I tell ''anyone'' this at work? No. I work a blue-collar job. You could call me an almighty front desk attendant. I only hold an associates degree. I don't want to finish college, I like what I do and I'm happy - Lots of time to read in my job. However I can't say I'm smart, though lots of people point it out. People would think I'm lording it over them. My managers will think I'm vying for their jobs. I get barraged with questions about why aren't I a college professor, and I should go to college. I'll volunteer some bit of info about physics or something obscure and get asked "How would you even know that?" So I like being smart and all, but it's a bit of a curse, too.

Things rarely get to me. I almost never cry at sad movies, and I am always calm during difficult situations. I never feel worried when my mom is sick or when we have financial difficulties, allowing me to think more clearly than she does in such situations. I sometimes wonder if something is wrong with me and my mother once accused me of being a sociopath.

I'm tall as well. I wouldn't want to be short. But the Curse side is 1) joint pain from growing too fast; 2) hitting my head; 3) I currently live where it's impossible to get clothes my size; and 4) I would look like a {{lolicon}} with most women. Still, it's nice being able to see over the crowd.

I should probably note that to the locals, being 6'6" and having BlueEyes falls under FreakyIsCool.

Being tall in general is absolutely CursedWithAwesome. Everyone wants you to get things off the high shelf for them, but they won't get things off the low shelves for you! You hear "Wow, I wish I were tall!" but sitting at picnic tables and banging your head off chandeliers and low ceiling beams is no fun, trust me.

I have poor eyesight, but learned to read without glasses before I got some, by learning to recognise the letters from the lumpy blurs that I see. Because of this I'm now unable to read with glasses, and have to ''take them off'' if I want to read something because without them I read too quickly.

I am disturbingly intelegent, and this has alienated me from those around me, though this part I view as a blessing, but the fact that I am always pushed to use my knowledge to help people is a curse as I don't like people

"Intelegent"? Not to mention you need a semicolon after "blessing".

My family has a history of heart disease. Not to mention that I've recently just developed Acid Reflux. Doctor orders me to not smoke, nor drink coffee, tea or alcohol. Also I have to keep a strict regimen for exercise or I will die young, '''period.''' #QUOTE#Let me get this straight. I have to be fit as fuck or else I won't be able to see my grandkids? #QUOTE#Uh...yes. #QUOTE#BEST. CURSE. EVER.

I have perhaps a mild instance of OCD in which being late for anything even by a few minutes can cause me to freak out. Even close calls are too much even if it's not important, pulling up to a movie theater at 5 minutes before start time can make me start sweating even though it'll at worse mean missing a trailer or two. It's not fun to deal with, but it has made me a very dependable and reliable employee and shields against the even more stressful situation of just being only a tardy or two away from being fired.

I have a small chest and I'm short. These are both very good because A) I can sneak into events and the movie theater as a child, and more often than not, can get in for free, or a way cheaper price than I would've and B) I'm way younger than I look.

For me (mild ASD, not Aspergers troper) it's

I can read and take information very damn well, but I need stuff repeated in order to listen as I would get lost in information overload. Sometimes it's the inverse.

I am my own snarky critic to myself. That is, it takes me 20-30 minutes to get stuff (even something as simple as a Wiki entry) written down because I ponder whether what I'm writing is worth a shit. Also, not everything I wanted to get out gets written. On the plus side, what I've written down is labelled excellent by my peers, I can catch grammar mistakes easily.

My birthmark. Gives me some ego at the cost of writer's cramp as it affected my writing position.

I know geography pretty stellarly basically since the first time I saw the globe, which is correlative to my desire to explore. Well, 1) I never had the chance to leave the Americas and 2) that made for one easy, boring geography class in the eighth grade. On the plus side, it's basically a free high school credit, and the geography teacher was awesome!

This troper has an IQ of 145. She is also The Chessmaster and is only in high school so she can observe the teenager's behavior patterns. This is made of win/suck because she never has anything to do other than creepily watch people.