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Originally Posted by ILoveVegetables
I, for one, have never met any woman who is satisfied with the way she looks (face or body), no matter how great she may look to others. We are our own worst critics, and I've seen gorgeous, fit, toned women complain about what they see as their flaws, whether it's stubby fingers, a microscopic bit of neck fat, breasts that are too big/too small according to them, etc.
These women exist. I should know since I've been one.
I think it's interesting that I never had body image issues growing up. I was really pleased with my shape and height, and weight (5'10 180 lbs, perfect height and weight for racing laser sailboats, which I did) and instead of specific things I disliked about myself, I had specific things I liked. I liked the square pad of fat on my tummy. I liked my thick thighs, and my waist that went in. I didn't feel any need to share them at school or anything, but I liked them for myself.
I think a lot of body image issues in women stem from cultural priorities. I was a bit of a social outcast, so I never got involved in the hair/makeup/boys stuff that seems to become the sun girl's worlds revolve around at that age. I liked school, and I liked projects (building things, organizing things, writing), and my body was a useful tool for doing those things and other activities. So when I got a chance to stop and look at it, I guess I realized I was a human, and a relatively in-shape and good-feeling one to boot.
As an adult, I think it's more difficult for me to avoid standards of beauty/expectations. I'm expected to wear certain types of clothing to work, and when I manage to find things in my size, they don't seem to look like they should to meet the dress code I see in my mind, either because my belly sticks out too much or my giant nipples show through the fabric, or something else. Sure, I don't judge myself against catwalk models and airbrushed photos in magazines, but I'm still judging myself against someone else, and it's given me an expectation for how I should look to fit in.
I still like most of me, but if I walk past the mirror naked, I have a tendency to grab my belly pooch now and frown at it disapprovingly. I don't like feeling this way about my body. My body takes care of me.
We can all have that feeling I used to have, I think. We just have to figure out how to change our perspective so we're not trying to fit ourselves into a group. And that's the tough part.
(As an aside, I don't put myself in the pro-fat movement or anything. But I really don't think fatter people are more insecure. I think people who compare themselves against others are more insecure, and everyone gets their comparison opportunity from a different source. I didn't run into this in high school because I wasn't conventionally pretty enough to be drafted into the "in" crowd. I kind of feel sorry for those who were...)