I think about all the masks I've worn throughout my life. The coolness I unsuccessfully tried to convey. The jokes I laughed at that weren't funny. The hairstyles, the clothes. The panic at parties that I don't fit in, won't fit in. They'll know I'm a fraud. Do I like the right things? The wrong things? Will I be so far down my thought path that I make a joke no one gets, that's so far out there, it'll illicit stares? Hey, it happens.
As I work with women, I hear the same complaints and concerns. Women don't say, "I don't really like my nose." They say, "I HATE my nose!" They would never describe their friends, family, or even a stranger with such vitriol! This body that has done so much for us is treated with such disdain. If your body does nothing else, it keeps your insides in!