OK, so excuse the profanity displayed in this image. And just so you know, this is NOT my body. But I'm pretty sure this is a representation of how every female (and sometimes male) feels about her (sometimes his) body most of the time in today's society. It sucks, you know? Some people, when they find their way of eating healthy and enjoying themselves without going overboard, when they find their happy weight, there are some curves thrown in there. I, for one, know that I will never ever EVER be a stick figure girl unless I decide to completely starve myself or completely purge everything. Naturally, I have a butt, I have hips, I have thighs. My body isn't a perfect line, my stomach isn't concave. You can't see my ribs or my hipbones, and I have more than just a little bit of extra skin. But am I fat? No, not at all. Even though I want to be smaller, to feel fragile, to feel free, I'm tired of being disgusting. I am in no way saying that I'll stop. I'm just tired of it, that's all. And that's a step.