I am 25 years old. In a few weeks my son will be a year old. I can hardly believe it. I love him more then I imagined it possible to love someone. However, love for my self does not come as easily. Having been pretty much anorexic as a teenager I struggle with body image. I gained 42 pounds during my pregnancy. My body just seemed to want to gain whether i wanted it to or not. Now, I weigh 125 pounds, 5 less then my pre-pregnancy weight and still I am not satisfied. I focus in on the negative and am overly bothered by my (very few) stretch marks. Why do I feel this way? Why does it seem the whole world is set up to enforce these feelings rather then encourage a more accepting and loving outlook? I want to appreciate my body for having nurtured my son but find this appreciation overwhelmed by an overly critical eye.