Clarification: I'm as okay with my body as I get. I have found myself unattractive all my life; that hatin' ain't goin' away. Blech.
But I no longer cry when I walk by a mirror. I no longer feel borderline-obese - and I know I wasn't, but my weight was causing health problems. I no longer look at myself with constant revulsion. I no longer feel like I have all these heavy slabs of meat hanging on my body.
I'm close to the weight I was when I moved here. And I have a waist. I have a little belly still, but that'll need to be exercised away.
But I can look at myself now and be almost okay.
Also, I have a great ass.