I am pretty much going to echo - albeit in my own signature "Autumn-esque" way - what has already been said in this thread. While I try to work on and tone up my "squishy bits", I am assured by my husband that he loves squeezing and kissing and licking said bits. Personally, while having some trouble not fixating on my weight (due to a past riddled with anorexia and a horrible ex who never thought I was good enough), I try not to be as obsessive as I once was; Jamie helps tremendously with this. His enduring, intense desire of me is a great boost to my confidence. After all, he could have had some model-perfect-Brit-bird, but instead he chose me: a not-so perfect (even though he says that I am) American gal. Now, that being said, I, too, have not seen very many model-perfect types in our town centre either. I think that the truly uber-perfect types are relegated to those ultra posh places affore mentioned. We have more than our fair share of British flab in Leicestershire. I see it everyday where I work, as people walk by (and into) the shop. I see more than a few English women around me who are by far "fatter" than I am.
I will not be the stereotypic anything; I have always strived to break each and every defining mould. No one around here has called me fat or told my husband that they think I am (and, believe me, if they thought I was they would tell him). When I annonced I was going on a detox diet and Jamie told a lad at work about it, the bloke remarked, "Why is she going on a diet? She doesn't need to lose anything." Of course, I explained the difference of the diet that I was on - it wasn't a weight loss diet, per se', but a cleansing diet to help me feel a bit better.
The thing is, no matter where you go or where you're from, people - women especially - are utterly consumed with worry about their weight. I wonder what we would all be able to accomplish if we actually put all that energy into doing something worthwhile and constructive.
I endeavor to, one of these fine days - sooner, hopefully, rather than later - just relax and be happy with myself and simply not give a rat's ass (or ars*, as the case may be) about what ANYONE (other than my husband) might think about how I look!
~A