Tomorrow is Love Your Body Day. As hokey as it might seem, I think this is a great opportunity for women to stop examining themselves and start realizing what's really important in life. All women, no matter how confident or perfect they appear to be, look at their bodies with a critical eye, noting their imperfections and thinking up ways to make themselves more aesthetically beautiful. What's the point? To conform to some ideal of what's "beautiful?" To make other people like them? Everyone is built a different way, which I think is pretty cool. I'm not going to go on and on about how we should love people for who they are on the inside because that's what really counts, because we've all heard it before and it's a sentimental notion people tend to shy away from. I would really like to believe in a world where people don't place so much importance on looks, but I realize that's impossible. I'm guilty of it myself--sometimes I look at my body and dislike what I see. I can hardly look at photos of myself sometimes and, in a room full of gorgeous girls, I tend to feel inadequate. But I really do try to make a conscious effort to accept who I am and not try to fight nature. I feel like, most of the time, I really do love my body, as large and awkward as it might be. I know not all women are ready to accept themselves as they are, and that's sad. It's okay to have bad days when you don't want to look in the mirror, but it's never okay to hate yourself. What does a "perfect" body have to do with real life anyway? In the end, does it matter that you're not a size 4 and 5'8"?