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Here is the conclusion I've drawn: other people will make you hate yourself. I can be happy with my body, how I look, the clothes I wear, the things I say, etc, but the second my parents tell me to go to the gym or make some other comment to me regarding my physical appearance, I get self-conscious. It's a little ridiculous. Why can't people just accept that maybe some people would rather live life eating what they want and are happy with some curves? I'd rather have some boobs and a booty even if it means that the guys who are only looking for sticks won't give me a second glance. One day I'll find someone who does want what I've got and then we'll be happy. BAM WHAM KAZAM.