I've lost count of the hours I've spent standing in front of the mirror, trying to look at myself from an angle that makes me look thinner than I am. Years spent on counting calories, assessing fat units, hundreds of uneaten chocolate bars, diets started, ended, and started again, gyms joined, gyms unattended, and very little actual difference in the end. I'm a child of the Cosmopolitan culture, and years of ingrained appreciation of the culture of 'thin equals beautiful' rarely vanishes in a flash.