I cringe whenever I hear that question. Assuming you have the power to do just that, will you opt to differ that one spot or part you are least proud of?
I would. My toes. Mine are not the prettiest, they have callouses and little bumps on top, a result of one of my childhood explorations. Poor little toes, I decided to vent my creativity on them one day when I was seven, playing 'I can fix it'. I'll leave it at that.
Two decades forward, I walked down the aisle with my imperfect toes to say 'I do' to my husband of three years. Few years after, I was trotting with a huge bump on my belly for forty one weeks with our firstborn. And last night, we heard the sweetest sound on earth - our little guy's first spontaneous belly laugh.
With raised feet up on the air, I wiggled my toes (yes, those plain toes that need pedicure). He found that so hilarious, for reasons only a baby knows. Once again, I thank God, not just for my toes but for our little bundle of joy.
My parents did a fantastic job raising us to always appreciate our God-given features, always noting that we are wonderfully made, no matter what. Pretty toes or not.
So, cheer up for being imperfect.