I could honestly complain about every little detail of my body all day. In fact, I have to admit I am obsessed with the way in which I look most of the time. I mean, there will be the occasional day when I wake up and just now give a damn, but most of the time I am constantly aware of it, even when people are just looking at me.
I check for spots every morning. Whilst it's not apart of my body, I value my clothing as something that counts as my appearance. My torso is far too skinny for my good, to the point where it's unhealthy, yet all I do is complain about how fat my legs are. I don't weigh a lot and really don't look 18 (try 14). I could do with being a lot taller too.
Just, ERGH. I am neither satisfied nor happy with my body. Yet, I think I am of a set of mind upon which I will never be happy or satisfied or happy with my body, if I am honest, no matter what. I have been exercising a lot more lately though to keep fit over the Summer, and I will definitely be partaking in some form of sports at University when I go in October, all in order to get into better shape.