I realise I'm not a woman, but even so...
I am overweight - not monstrously obese, but still far from slender.
I used to be really worried about what people thought of me - not actually enough to get off my fat arse and go for a run or back to the gym, but still; you know.
And then I realised that was the most self obsessed and selfish attitude imaginable.
Nobody gives a shit about whether I look fat.
For me to believe that everyone out there has nothing better to do than be worried that I've put on (or lest) a few pounds is the very worst and most self destructive type of navel gazing.
I stopped giving a rat's arse about whether anyone cared if I am fat, and started caring (for myself) about things like wearig clothes that fit well, and having a decent haircut and a shave, and getting some decent aftershave.
I realised that you get more compliments for being wel turned out than you ever do for being slender.
All in all, I guess what I'm saying is - don't worry about your body, polish your shoes and iron your shirt.
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