I just finished replying to your previous post, overlooking your most current. As I said earlier I have a healthy body, or so I've been told, but like more than half the women out there, I am not happy with my stomach area. I call it an inch of pure fat, my boyfriend calls it cuteness. Whatever you want to call it I'm not comfortable with it, therefore I refrain from bikinis and have tranferred over to tankinis. When I put that on, I feel comfortable, therefore great!

I have the same method of thinking that you do, which is self destructive. Instead of focusing on the negatives, try to pick out the positives. I don't like my job, but I'm good at it. I hate when I can't do anything with my hair, but at least I'm lucky to have some. When the constant feeling of unhappiness consumes your every day life, you need a way out. I read. Or watch a t.v. series. Only recently have I discovered that depression runs in my family, so I may need to seek professional help. Perhaps it's something to look into for you too.

Whatever you do or think or feel, just remember you are most definitely not alone.

P.S. I used to love my Barbies.