And then there are those of us for whom Pamela Anderson is about as sexually appealing as a table (thanks, goboy:)).
::is a fan of small boobs::
I like a nicely rounded female shape within reason but that woman is just a lifted, injected, siliconized (or salinized) freakazoid. She’s almost in circus freak territory. IMO it says a lot about Playboy’s utter cluelessness that they still tout her as a sex goddess.
And can I say without sounding too much like your mother that you do have quite a fetching personality?
Here I am, a grumpy middle-aged to old gay man in black leather, living on the other side of the world, sitting right at this moment in a gay club, surrounded by men interested in very unusual forms of sex and I admit publicly I always smile when I see your handle in a thread, because I do find you sweet and dizzy and funny and charming.
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But I don’t want to win. I don’t do anything for competition anymore. I want to be athletic for myself, to prove to myself that I can do well, that this time and effort is going to result in something.
Dear God–I hope you neer tell this to your daughters. A slightly different mood, and that statement could kill me.
So years ago, when I just a junior in high school, I fell madly in love with a boy who was smart and artsy and mature. I asked him out on a date and he said that I was witty and talented and clever and he liked talking to me, but I wasn’t “conventionally attractive enough” for him. I gotta give the boy mad props for being honest and using polite language at the same time, but geez-do you know how that made me feel? Like I’m just so conventionally awful that all my good parts should just be overlooked?
And that’s part of the reason I’m so upset that I have a terrible body, despite my best efforts. I have a homely face and bad hair, but I can’t control those. I should be able to contorl my body to come degree, right? No. (wait–aren’t I using eating disorder rationaliaztion here?)
I’m sorry to keep babbling. I hate people who troll for pity and compliments, but I just started taking these birth control pills, and they’re really making me weird and depressed and just totally out of it, and those damned Charles Atlas chair push-ups kinda pushed me over the edge into pure sadness.
To echo what everyone else said, in order to build strength and muscle tone you will need to increase your protein intake.
I can imagine. This is sort of my ultimate fear when asking a girl out. Mad props to you for asking him, that took real guts.
If the BC pills are a becoming a real problem then you should ask to get your dosage adjusted. With a lot of women it takes a number of prescription changes before they find one that has minimal emotional and physical side effects.
Good luck. 
At least the birth control pills might help with the flat chest issues. I spent the first 23 years of my life completely boobless (34A). After 2 years of Ortho Tri-Cyclen, I’m a 36C! Of course, they hurt all the time & I have to wrap myself in an Ace bandage if I want to go out for a run & I can never find dresses that fit & I had to give up ballet because I was too self-conscious about how I look in a leotard & I get hooted at by every random asshole unless I wear baggy shirts & slouch a lot…hmm. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.
Oh yeah, & I also get atrocious mood swings in which I hate myself in general & my body in specific & feel that I am ugly & disgusting & my BF is probably just pretending to like me & secretly having sex with other chicks. But that’s only for like 2 days a month. If you feel that way throughout your cycle, ask your doctor about switching pills. Often the low-estrogen pills can cause those crummy feelings, & switching to a higher estrogen pill might help.
I would just like to say, amen. She looks like she was grown in a vat somewhere. I have the firm belief that touching her would confirm that her skin is plastic and latex and there are gears and pulleys inside for the armature underneath all the silicone gel.
ThisYearsGirl, at the risk of sounding like your mother, your self-image and love for your body really does get better as you get older (one of the very few perks, I believe). I reached a certain age where I started to feel like “To Hell with the rest of the world if I’m not good enough for them. This is my body, it’s a good, healthy body, and if it’s not the perfect shape, too bad. I like it just fine.”
I fully anticipate being able to wear anything I like within the next ten years and truly not give one fuzzy little rat’s hiney what I look like. 