How sad that most, if not all, have issues with at least one portion of their body.
Whether it's shape, or whatever, for reasons known only to themselves (and sometimes not even that) - most are unhappy about something.
It's a sad statement on the culture we've grown to accept as normal, I guess.
Everything is about comparison, rather than just becoming healthy and well on your own, for its own sake.
Not even saying I don't fall into the trap.
However, I am beginning to be able to stand in front of a full length mirror in my underwear, on occasion, and not cringe. To me, that's an accomplishment. I realize my age, the fact that I've had children, and a number of other factors mean that my body will never resemble those airbrushed magazine photos - but as long as I'm satisfied, and my hubby definitely is - well, that should be sufficient (and most days, it is)