I definitely have my insecurities, but the more I listen to other women expose theirs, the more confident in myself I realize I actually am. Would I like to be thin and able to run around in a bikini? Sure. Do I place a high enough priority on it that I would be willing to go through what it would take to get there?
F* no.
And I think it is that realization that somehow makes me realize that I'm really pretty okay with myself. My appearance frustrations usually stem from the lack of availability of the kinds of cute clothes I like to cover myself in, in my size. When I see things which I think, "hey, that would look cute on me in my size", and then I realize that the designers or the store's buyers didn't agree because they don't have it in my size, it frustrates me. But that frustration stems more from how the world sees me and my size than it does from how *I* see it. I want to be me, and I don't want the world telling me that I should not like ME as well as I do.
I'm every fat-haters nightmare
(I do have an insecurity related to a baby tooth I have where the real one never came in, and I technically have a tooth in the right spot but sometimes it gives the impression of a missing tooth. And my left eye is squinty. But both those only really bother me much in photos which only capture a single impression of a person, rather than a moving profile)