No. I’m not in awful shape, but I do have a bit of a gut that bugs me. I go to the gym now, but still probably not as much as I should. I suck at shaving, so I’ll often notice a little bit I missed and that will bug me. My skin isn’t acne ridden or anything, but it could certainly stand to be better. I like keeping my hair long, but it often looks pretty silly. Nothing too major, and it’s all probably fixable, but still enough to damage the 'ol self esteem.
sometimes when I look at my scars it reminds me of a butchers’ chart. I’m about 50 pounds more than what I’m used to weighing. I don’t enjoy looking in the mirror but sometimes it’s like ‘who is this old fat lady?’ Happy to still be here and able to look though. I was one of those skinny people that could eat as much of anything and not gain weight, damn I miss that.
Pretty much. I wish I still had the body from when I was 18, but I’ll take what I got. It isn’t getting better from here on out so I try to appreciate it now.
Having been bitten by a lion increases a person’s hotness exponentially, if you ask me. That’s someone I wanna hang out with. They’ve got stories.
I love the way I look. My body’s not perfect, and there are things I’d change if it were cheap or easy to do so (I’ve accepted that no matter how much I work out, I’m still gonna die with these stupid saddlebags), but on the whole, it looks pretty damned good, and it feels even better. And from the neck up, I’ve got no complaints. I’m frequently mistaken for ten years younger than I am, and frequently described as beautiful. Who am I to disagree? 
Of course, none of this applies on those one or two days a month when I’m HIDEOUS! HIDEOUS, DAMMIT!!! 
I got lazy for a spell, not exercising and eating poorly, and was getting pasty and pot-bellied as a result. Yuck, I hated how I looked.
I’ve been working out regularly and eating well now, and things are looking up.
I’m a rather skinny 39 year old, wouldn’t have minded larger muscles for instance, but to the question “Are you comfortable in your own body?” I have to say yes. I’ve done a lot of physical stuff, like been a (american) football player for some years, being a professional stuntman for some other years, I’ve been in fights and getting through it fairly well, and I have had - at least to my mind - lots of sex too. My body has never let me down and (knock on wood) I’ve always had good health, though mistreating this “temple” of mine with cigarettes and alcohol. - How could I not appreciate this temple of skinny old Wakinyan. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I say; you don’t look like much but you’re doing one heck of a job. Hopefully we will continue this working relationship for another 39 years or so. That’s what I’m thinking when looking at my body in the mirror.
Yes, yes, my body is fine and I’m comfortable with it. Are we ever going to find out why this woman is getting bitten by lions?
Let me be the first (?) to say that scars aren’t ugly, they are cool and are a tapestry of difficulties a person endured.
My dad has enough scars to suggest that he was sewn together a la frankenstein’s monster but to me it shows what he was able to endure and survive. I don’t think they’re ugly at all 
Very comfortable. In fact, I’ve often half-jokingly said to my friends that I want to get an adult-type photo session (like Samantha in Sex & the City) so I can look back at my body when I get old and saggy.
I like working out not just so I can like what I see in the mirror, but to make my body as strong as possible. It makes me feel good to keep in the best shape I can.
It makes me sad to think there are people who absolutely hate what they see in the mirror.
Yes. It’s not perfect, but mostly I like the way it looks.
Totally comfortable. Pretty much always have been.
Since I entered my 30s I have swung up and down the scale, and found out that even with a little extra stuffing, I still love the way my body looks, and I love the way it feels. Add me to the ‘actually think I’m gorgeous’ camp.
My body is old and not in particularly good shape. However, I was stuck in the Salt Lake City airport yesterday for 7 hours. Half the people in the airport were obese. Maybe 7% of the people were in a healthy weight range. I don’t take care of myself as I should, but I’m luckily only right on edge of being overweight ((BMI around 25). My seat partner was a major fat ass. I threw down the arm rest to contain his bulbosity and scrunched to the side.
So, it would be great if I was prouder of my body, but when it comes to Americans, I’m damned glad that my metabolism and lack of out of control hunger has managed to keep in what most would consider the normal range.
A few years ago, no. But I feel a lot more comfortable now since I lost 70 lbs. I’m still about 25-30 lbs over, but damn, I still feel great.
I hate looking at myself in the mirror or in photos, I think I am quite unattractive, and it’s just getting worse as I get older. I have had no outside evidence that I am incorrect in my critical self-judgement.
But then, I don’t take care of myself very well, I hate the effort involved, so it’s not really anyone’s fault but my own.
I am. I have a number of self-esteem issues, but body image has never been one of them (thankfully–I’m paranoid enough as it is). It probably helps, though, that I inherited my mother’s thinness gene, and so have never had to worry about keeping my weight down–I’m more apt to be trying to make it go up.
Yeah, I’m comfortable in my own skin. Not that I’m perfect, but I think it’s pretty good going.
I’ve got a few minor scars myself, but I kind of like them. They’ve got stories!
I am so grateful that my parents were very keen on ‘positive body messages’ when I was growing up, especially whilst I was involved in the CrazyLand that is competitive Figure Skating. I saw many twelve year old, pre-pubescent girls count calories and eat broth for lunch; I knew that was not a good way to do it (my coach was also good there).
I feel even better when I work out regularly, which I haven’t been doing lately. Need to do that!
Please, OP, tell us what happened that led to you being bitten by a lion!
I’m pretty comfortable with my own body. Comfortable enough to wear tight clothes.
Nope. Never have been and sometimes I wonder if I ever will be. I really wish I was.
I am now, after losing 35+ pounds thanks to SparkPeople.com
I’m working on toning up my tummy and my rear, but that’s fine tuning!
This is me, too.