I'm a formerly excessively-sized woman. I underwent gastric bypass to lose 125 lbs. My MD tried, in vain, to talk me out of the surgery to no avail. I did it, and it was pretty awful. I had the open surgery, no laparascopy. I lost all the weight, and I'm left with a terribly saggy body that looks like it belongs on a person twice my age. I didn't turn out quite as I had imagined, but this is the only body I have, and I'm literally OVERJOYED to walk anywhere I want without an asthmatic fit. I buy my jeans off the rack as long as they're tall sized. I look like a million bucks in a suit at work. I wear shorts in my casual life, and my legs don't rub together so who cares if they have more jiggle than I might like?
After all I've been through, I just can't look at my cup as half-full. My break-through moment was when I looked at the people I admire most in my life, and not a single one of them is all ego-centric about their appearance. Far from it. I worked for a certain celebrity who is no longer with us, and had to hire a photographer to take photos of him and his wife. The photographer normally does beautiful work, and I was quite confident in my choice to hire him. The photo session went very well. Lots of smiles, laughing, very nice. Then came the day when I sent the photos to the celebrity's manager. We got a call from the wife I mentioned. She exclaimed "I earned every wrinkle on my face! I don't need anything airbrushed. That isn't ME in those photos!" Yes indeed. You'd be hard pressed to find airbrushed photos of these folks except for the ones I have and will NEVER part with under any circumstances. What an awesome memory, and it left such a great impression on me.
I'd rather be like that. I am who I am.