I have never had a perfect body. Whatever a perfect body means, that is.
I have a flat butt, hips, thighs and a stomach. I have always had issues with my weight and now is no different. I am bigger than I was before I got pregnant the first time. Evidently it is very common for women to gain with their first and maintain with each subsequent pregnancy. As an admitted crazy person the thought of going on a diet makes me eat as if my last meal has come and gone. It is awful.
The only time I was ever truly happy in my own skin was when I was pregnant and/or nursing. I was amazed at what my body could do, no matter how little I actually did to care for it. But now - the slackness of my skin and the fat that the skin covers seems to be floppy, deflated if you will. I often wonder if it is a function of my advanced age when I produced off spring.
As I said it isn't the size it is the length that bothers me. I was a 34B and now? 36 l o n g. Yes, you read that right. I said l o n g. Humphf.