This is something I've been thinking about a lot recently, prompted by getting a bit older and seeing how my lifestyle is different from those of many of my friends. So I'm struggling to understand something quite basic.
Logically, if you are unhappy with your body, as so many of my mid-thirties friends seem to be, you have three options in my mind. Firstly, you do something about it: get fit (properly fit, not a few lengths of the pool fit), fix your diet to make eating healthily normal, and eating unhealthily unthinkable. Second option is to accept the way you look and feel anyway, so if you are a bit overweight but healthy otherwise, stop worrying about it. Thirdly you continue to worry about it but do nothing, get fatter and more miserable.
I look to myself and realize that at age 36, I'm fairly comfortable in my body. But only because my body is "better" now than it ever has been. But that is a side effect of training and sustaining a level of activity that most people with "normal" lives couldn't. When I was younger, I had an athletic and strong body, at a time when willowy waifs were in fashion. I could never look like a waif, even if I starved myself. I felt heavy, although I was a size 8-10. Now I'm a size 6-8 and in reality not that much smaller than I was before, but more toned. And the waif look has fallen out of fashion. And I'm older, meaning it is unusual for a 36 yr old to have a figure like mine (simply because most have had children). But I DO put "value" on having a "good figure", and I wish I didn't. I know that I hate having time off from my regime, and the main reason is not loss of condition or competitive ability, but, sadly, fear of weight gain.
I don't know where I learned these patterns. I remember SO well being around 9 years old at the beach one summer and refusing the ice cream that my grandfather always bought for me, because I was suddenly aware of my stomach. I was a tiny child. Why? I truly don't know. It was like a shame crept up on my quickly and I learned so swiftly that my body was best small. But my mum was a feminist of the 1970s vintage and we had a copy of "Our Bodies Ourselves" in the house. It didn't come from her, she was small herself and never dieted (at least not visibly - we ate healthily in normal 1980s fashion, pork chops, peas, potatoes etc).