I have always said love the body God gave you. I haven't always done it. This is something I'll work on this year.
I've yet to see that many perfect male specimens, but all men seem to be very comfortable in their own skin, regardless of no ass, love handles, pot bellies, sunken chests, chicken legs, and rapidly receding hairlines. I think that's great. A confident man is a sexy man. And a confident woman is a sexy woman, but they're much harder to come by.
I see these less than perfect men verbally sneering at women they deem less than perfect. Tearing them down, playing the "Pass or Hit game", reducing to meat a woman they know nothing about.
Are you naturally skinny? Can't gain weight no matter what you eat? God bless you, love your skinny body, be good to yourself.
Are you starving yourself trying to fit a "perfect" image, afraid of your natural curves because some Bozo might call you fat? Stop it, right now.
Are you packing on pounds trying to drown pain, sorrow, fear? Deal with a trauma that's left you feeling scared to be seen? Please stop punishing yourself, find a way to deal with the emotions and be healthy, whatever is right for your body.
Are you naturally large and feeling inadequate? Yep, me too. At my healthiest, I was 150 pounds of muscle, butt and boobs. Hearty peasant stock. I wanted nothing more than to be a dancer, but dancers aren't 5'8" and built like a brick shithouse. For years, I exercised to excess and starved myself, keeping to a strict 1000 calorie a day diet. I was 112 pounds and my period was screwed up. I had bone density issues, and my hair was coming out in clumps. When I quit dancing, I felt like a failure and packed on 60 pounds in a year. I was ridiculed, teased and made to feel ugly. I had a choice, hide behind my weight using it to keep people at bay, or find a healthy weight. I was happy at 150, healthy and active. And then I got my first boyfriend, at 20. He constantly hounded me to lose weight, wanted me to get down to 125. Every bite I took in his presence was scrutinized and if he didn't like it, he tried to humiliate me. It worked. I managed to get down to 130 before he dumped me for someone he'd been sleeping with for the last six months of our relationship. I went back to binging and purging, craving food and being ashamed and afraid of gaining weight. This went on for a few years. After marriage and kids, I ballooned. 235 at my heaviest. Depressed, angry, afraid, every negative emotion I had, I ate. It's been a very long road. At almost 50, I'm just starting back on the road to health. I'm realistic. I'm a middle aged mother of two with serious weight issues. I would be thrilled to get down to Ashley's 170 pounds. Yes, it's 20 pounds heavier than my ideal 150 and in the "fat" range for some men, but it's a more attainable goal. And a whole lot healthier than my current 220. I will achieve this goal before my 50th birthday.
So, when you see a woman, don't look at her stick figure and say "Real women have curves," or look at her slightly plump curves and say "Thin is beautiful and you're too fat to be pretty." See a woman, worthy of love and respect, and realize she's fighting wars over her body that you, as men, will never know.