I should so. I spent years fretting and worrying about it. I've dieted and exercised and managed to get down to a BMI of just under 21. I lost most of all when I was suffering from anxiety and developed a wheat intolerance. Amazing weight-loss strategy, when everything you eat goes through you in about 10 mins flat 
But since I haven't been able to run as much, and been on anti-Ds and starting the menopause, I've piled it on. I now can't get into my jeans anymore - I actually can't do them up. I'm not delighted about it but I simply don't give a stuff. And I am delighted that I don't give stuff 
Is that odd? My life seems so much richer and happier and the fact that my waist is wider and my hips a little less bony doesn't seem to be in the slightest bit important. It's as if I've given myself permission to chill out.