A good portion of my friends are models (and another portion of them could be if they wanted to), and you know what I realized? Even my most beautiful, seemingly flawless friends—even the ones who have perfect size 2 bodies and who every guy adores—has issues. Most will come off to everyone as confident, but when you get to know them (anyone!), they think their thighs are fat, or that their hips are weird, or that guys only want them for what they look like, or that their not smart enough, or that they might lose a job if they don't lose 5 pounds. Even the girls who you look at and think, there is no way that that girl has issues, does!
And you know what? I'm not as a pretty as them. I'm not as skinny. I don't have a great body. And having all those things will never solve everything (as I have often told myself). I realize that I have something some of my "perfect"-looking friends don't. I love me. And my worth has nothing to do with what I look like. My body doesn't define me.