We tell ourselves we'll be happy when we're small enough, we'll eat the cheesecake on Friday when we've earned it, we'll love ourselves when we hit our goals.
We believe the freedom to wear a bathing suit, the deliverance that allows one to choose the curly fries as well as the salad, and the liberation to appear in candid photos are things for other people.
(Who are those people? We don't know, but they're certainly not us.)
We keep aiming to shrink ourselves, and, as a result, we stay hidden.
How's that working for you?