I’ve always thought of myself as a fairly confident person, as far as body image goes. I don’t often care what others think, as evidenced by my love for very short hair, wearing bright colors, and being seen in public often in leggings (“not-real-pants,” as my husband calls them). I rarely wear makeup anymore, often forget that my eyebrows are bushy or my legs need shaving, and don’t even own a scale since I never weigh myself. But I find that I’m likely just as self conscious as the next person- looking in the mirror and seeing only the bags under my eyes or that flabby skin, thinking my hair hates me today, wondering if the shorts I just put on are too short for these thighs or if something this tight should be worn out in public. I have my struggles like anyone.