Okay. I don't want anyones body. I happen to quite like my own. Even when I was big.
I'll laugh and joke about how I need surgery from the toes up to perfect myself (or even make me look slightly more normal), but if I search my soul, I think my body is amazing.
It never ceases to amaze me how it ticks along, doing all it's little jobs. Heart beating, circulation moving, antibodies fighting their little battles, all without me doing anything conscious.
So, yes. Our bodies are incredible. I think most of us would agree.
If I was on a desert island all alone, I can honestly say that I couldn't care too much about the flabby skin, or the wrinkles.
What others think about my body is the problem.