My size (compared to how I was years ago) used to bother me. But, I became more comfortable when I realized I have a belly dancer figure and my male friends were fine with it. LOL! I’ll never be Angelina Jolie, but I don’t want to be.
When I was in my twenties, I starved myself to stay in the 120’s. I look at those pictures now and I look like a skeleton, OR, well....ironically, an woman with an eating disorder.
Sadly, I was above my ‘ideal body weight’ according to the charts....
Now, I’m well above the ‘ideal’, but I’m way happier and healthier...The biggest gift I gave myself was I quit reading the women’s magazines that kept telling me to hate myself.