You wanted to make me feel okay about myself when you told me only 2% of the population doesn’t have body-image problems. In reality, it made me doubt my self image. So I’m abnormal, huh? I’m weird because I accept my body and even like it? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I was lying–after all, by the numbers, I probably have a body image problem. Maybe my ankles are too thick, my belly too paunchy. Maybe I feel bad about my body because I notice the cellulite on my butt–or maybe I’m just a realist. I sure like my butt enough when it’s clothed. Or perhaps I’ve been repressing issues about the acne I’ve had for forever. But I don’t think so. The doctor was always more worried that I might be worried about it than I ever was. Or maybe I have bad body image because I recognized that I’m probably within 5 lbs of my ideal weight, but I know I don’t have very good eating or exercise habits. Does that qualify as bad body image? I don’t know. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m one of those freaks of nature who don’t have body image problems. Never mind that you just gave me a self image problem by classifying me either as abnormal or a liar. That’s okay. What matters is that I love my body, right? That is what you were trying to tell me. Right?
