I would be naive or an idiot if I did not know that my body will never be perfect. Even if I maintain the "perfect" weight, I will still be able to pick myself apart as far as my appearance goes. I will still see the acne on my face. I will still see the stretch marks on my body. My boobs will still look like I have carried and nursed 3 children. So what is the remedy?
The remedy is to be happy with me. I'm still working on what that looks like as a lifestyle instead of a momentary glimpse. As a momentary glimpse though, it means that I need to be ok with imperfection. So here is where I am working on perspective changes, when I look at my stomach and legs, I will see that God allowed my body to sustain life 3 times instead of seeing the scars of stretch marks and surgeries. When I look at my face I will notice that I have beautiful eyes not flawed skin. When I look at my hands I will notice how these hands have held my children and my husband and brought love, not that the polish on my nails is chipped nearly completely away.
I am learning to be happy with me, with who I am and how I look. I may not be perfect but I can accept that I will never be the perfect that I desire. I am still deeply loved and accepted, flaws and all.