Interesting thread. I identified with Jonesy's comment as I am absolutely a past abuser of my body. My first pregnancy (and the time leading up to it) began the big switch into a health appreciator instead of scoffer. I try to take good care of myself now so that I can do the things I want to do, and also so I can keep up with my kids. Nonetheless, I do have my areas of dissatisfaction and can certainly think of any number of things I would change. I guess I feel good about my body and also dissatisfied at the same time.

LOVE hearing your body love.

*applause*

I've actually always felt pretty good about my body. Exercise and taking good care of my body (not smoking, healthy eating, massages, yoga, etc.) are woven into the way I live, and at age 50 I'm SO grateful that I've taken good care of myself all these years. It has really paid off in good health, which is far more important than any number on a scale or dress size.

That said, the aging process is a bit of a bummer. I've been looking at my aging neck lately and wondering--for the first time ever--if someday I'll want a little nip/tuck, but most days I just shrug it off and accept that it's just part of life.

Me.

At twenty, I could not have said that. Then, I was semi-obsessed with imagined imperfections. And—to be fair to the young girl I was—back then it was even tougher to find clothing that fit non-rectangular bodies, so no wonder I blamed myself rather than the clothes.

But now? It's not just that I feel happy with my body. I feel EMBODIED. I mean, my body is not some disconnected thing - it is me.

I have cellulite, no breasts whatsoever, a menobelly, a big Kardashian butt, flat feet, a big nose, and uncontrollably frizzy hair.

And I love my body! Just as for life in general--it doesn't have to be perfect to be good! And it has been very, very good to me.

Honestly? I'm working on it. I'm not sure I'm completely there. Some days more than others. I spent a lot of years beating myself up, so I've come a long way to the point where I am now, where I can say I *like* my body. There are traits I do love, and some that continue to bother me (about 99% of them fall between my waist and my knees ). But my feelings about my body are increasingly based on what I am able to do and appreciation for my health, rather than simply what it looks like. But I think it is a good sign that I wouldn't really want to trade with anyone else.

It is wonderful to read that so many of us are happy with our bodies whilst we live in such a critical society.
I am at peace with my body now but this has taken until middle age to come about. Even in my early forties I dabbled in cosmetic surgery despite the fact that no-one who really cares about me noticed or shared my concerns!
When my Dad passed away from cancer last year I realised how much more important being well and showing respect for myself by dressing to my best advantage was than trying to be 'perfect' etc.
Thanks for the opportunity to talk about a very personal issue and to hear all your positive responses!

I love my body. I'm really lucky not to have gotten sucked into the body insecurities as a teen-- I had my moments but have pretty much always loved my body. I'm another one who loves to be active and am really impressed with what my body can do.

When I don't love my body it is usually a wake up call that something else is not going right in my life and things are bad, rather than actual hate for my body. I've realized this and it helps keep the niggling dressing room stuff and occasional bad lighting or bad clothing cellulite or created love handles moments at bay. But even when I'm quite round, I love myself and respect myself, or try to.

The hardest part for me body-wise has been adjusting to changes and all the craziness with being ill. When it seems like your body can't cooperate it gets hard to love it. But it is extra important to take care of myself, and with a bad past relationship out of the picture I care much more for myself.

I am very hard on myself and I tend to nitpick my body. There are plenty of things I dislike about it and would change, but honestly most of that could be solved relatively easily if I got off my duff and exercised! Still for 42, it's pretty good!

My body has served me very well. I'm healthy, I feel good most of the time and I have done all sorts of things to it and put all sorts of things in it. I am down on myself a lot but (when I am not in one of my funks, at least) I do love my body.

So great to hear that you love and appreciate your bodies! But to be honest, I've never loved my body. The best I can do is accept that it's there. And with age and bad joints, I feel let down by my body and I can't fully participate in physical activities I enjoy anymore (walking, yoga, martial arts, dancing, etc.). I'm trying to work out more and strengthen my knees, but at this point everything except swimming is hard on my knees, and I don't like to swim. Anyhow, hopefully I will move beyond this point and come to love my body as much as so many of you love your own.

Just wanted to add a little something that really resonated with me in terms of attitude to self & body view. It's a poem by Maya Angelou entitled Phenonenal Woman:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Maya Angelou

I've certainly had body image issues for many years in terms of size, shape and length as well as colour and hair... pretty much everything the 'societal norm' can throw at us. Now I've added achey joints and (thank you, MaryK) sharpei tummy and frizzle-frazzled hair!

But like Una said: "I am a proud feminist [It's a current term where I am!]... and I have a well-defined intellectual awareness of the misogynistic underpinnings of our society and culture when it comes to female body image, and I do my best to overcome it rationally. But it is a constant struggle to fight that irrational fear and self-deprecation."

I'm still not at the point where I can say I actually like certain features of my physique. I'm always stumped when people say 'draw attention to your best features'. I have no idea what that might be, because I truly find it hard to stop criticizing when I'm alone with my mirror, no clothes between us.

HOWEVER, my relationship with my body these days at least is a positive one on the whole. I'm not fussed too much about changing it, though I'm aiming for higher fitness levels --- but that's like learning a new skill, like trying to swim, and not the desperation to lose those last 10 kilos or smother the stretch marks or scrub myself raw, which plagued me in younger years. It's like my relationship with my best friends--know them well enough and long enough to have a catalogue of their flaws, but can't help loving them! I love how I feel in my body these days and I love what it can do (heal, not fall sick in the first place, get me places, make things that people like etc) and that is already a giant improvement.

I do. I have a good shape. LOL.

Let me look............eih...don't have the energy to complain anymore for stuff below the neck.

It's so great to hear how all of you feel about your bodies! I won't say I hated my body but I spent a lot of my younger life wishing I was blond haired, blued eyed, tall, slim and with a tan. Of course I am none of those things. I actually love my body (since it is the only one I will get to have) but have learned as I get older to "like" it also. I also think that at 58 maybe I look better now then I did when I was younger. Anyway. There are days when I like it better and days when I like it less but the positive feelings outweigh the negative.

I've always had a love/hate relationship with my body. My 20s were full of insecurities and blamed my weight for everything that was wrong with my life. In my 30s, I got married, the went through medical procedures which led to my weight gain so it was easy to blame that and used food as an outlet.

I finally took control about 3 years ago and started exercising more and eating better. Now at 42, I can say I look and feel better than I have since my mid 20s to late 30s. Yes, there are still things I wish I could change but for now, I'm loving wearing my size 2s which I never wore since I was 16.

I wouldn't mind it if only I could not look pregnant when I haven't been pregnant for almost two years! I really don't like explaining to strangers and acquaintances alike that I'm not expecting any more! And I feel trapped because one doctor says I'm not overweight and another says not even exercise will help.

I'm here to learn to dress the body I now have. . . and having my kids was the best thing I've ever done and my body could ever do . . . but I admit to deep sadness and even hiding from others just so I don't have to answer the dreaded question "When are you due?" or even hear a simple "congratulations."

I don't know anyone else who struggles with this, so I feel quite alone.