I remember thinking, half my lifetime ago, that I´d like to be 30 because it would mean I could stop obsessing about what I "had to" look like. Then by the time I got there 40 was apparently the new 30. And now that I´m almost 40? It´s all a mess of conflicting pressures. And I think I´ve decided that while my weight is genuinely important to me (though nowhere near the point that I want to reach the lower end of "healthy bmi" range) all the other crap is just crap and I don´t have to deal with it. So I get to wear comfy shorts and flat shoes, don´t have to do make-up or (pretend to, fake) tan, don´t need to keep my leg hair under perfect control at all times, and don´t have to worry about my hair beyond what I myself enjoy. I have definitely met people who think that means I´ve given up. And I have. But not on myself.