"Perfect" Body

I have come to a realisation this morning, after reading a post on the WW forums. My body may not be anyone else's idea of perfect. But it's mine. And it's perfect for me right now. I got fat in the first place by not realising how much of a sacred instrument my body is, and by abusing it with food. I felt worthless, and food was my only friend during an abusive childhood. I was reading a post on the forums about somebody who is hating the way their skin is sagging, and almost wishing that they'd kept the weight on, and it made me realise something important. The face that I see in the mirror every day may not be perfect, but it's mine. The stomach, the thighs, the legs, the feet - they're mine. And they are capable of so many miraculous things that they deserve just the littlest bit of respect from me.
I believe that true beauty comes from being completely and totally comfortable in your own skin. If you haven't got that then I'm sorry, but you can't be truly beautiful. If I don't like and accept my body now, then that's not going to change when I get to goal weight. This is the body I have been given - and it works! What more do I want? So what, I don't look like Elle McPherson or Scarlett Johanssen! Do I really want to? NO! This is my body, and I own it and I love it, and I refuse to abuse it with food or any other substance any more. I refuse to settle for second best and I refuse to put myself in situations that don't make me feel good. This realisation is important to me. For the first time this morning, the first time EVER, I found myself looking at a gossip magazine completely objectively. I didn't feel the slightest bit envious of the figures of the girls in the magazine. I didn't want their bodies, their faces or their life. Because I am enough for me.