This is funny - I like my body just fine, and most of the time I'm darn proud of it, actually but I HATE shopping for clothes too. There's something about the combo of shop lighting, full-length mirrors and the gaggles of skinny 14-year-olds swarming right outside your flimsy curtain that will make any sane woman feel fat, pale, spotty and hairy.

And bras er the worst. I'm an A-cup, (actually an AA-cup, but that leaves me with the padded foam Snoopy bras) and have only managed to find one model from Triumph at a reasonable price that doesn't make me look like I'm borrowing my mother's underwear.

I wish I could just wear sports bras - everybody's flatchested then!

My beloved dh knows how much I hate to shop, so when he gets sick of seeing me in the same clothes he'll sometimes go shopping for me, bring home a bunch of clothes (checking the size on himself, he's not much taller (no, not bras)), and return the ones I don't want.... I really don't deserve this man.