Oh, Deb, I know what you mean! In my 20s (how crazy is that?) I decided that my arms were fat. My lovely, strong, young arms. It took me until I was in my 30s and had my first child to love my arms again. I was lifting him a thousand times a day and my arms were big, strong mommy arms. Capable mommy arms. Lovely mommy arms. When I realized that, I threw it all aside. I will never have tiny, slim arms. That doesn't make my arms bad. You can't go through your life hating parts of your body because eventually it snowballs. You don't have to flaunt what you don't like (my apple belly), but presenting to its best advantage is different than hiding. Vive la arms!