I've been thinking a lot lately, about the beauty in being unique.
Take for example if all houses were exact copies of the house next door, all the houses in the street were exactly the same. There's no beauty, it's just replicas. Carbon copies.
There is great joy in difference. In unique-ness.
And I think this applies to bodies. In particular female figures.
If all women looked the same, had the same figures, same bra size, same waist measurements, same same same, en masse - mirror image, no difference. Boring. Beyond boring. You'd be like a car, mass-produced, pick your year and your model and off you go.
Rejoice in your figure. No one else has it. Celebrate your flaws. No one else has the same. Revel in your unique-ness.
End of pep talk.