I don't.

This is going to sound ridiculous coming from me, but I really, really loathe my body.
I have 10 fingers, I have 10 toes.
I am not obese.
I do not, aside from a few very minor scars from an accident involving a window when I was younger (hahaha) have any 'problem' with my body at all.
It is selfish, ungrateful, self obsessed, but everytime I see myself in the mirror, I grimace. I look at myself and I think "how could anyone, ANYONE, not find this thing disgusting."
And then I feel guilty for thinking this.
Because there is nothing 'wrong' with me, and yet I still hate my physical appearance.
I see parts of it and I feel like crying.
I feel like punching myself for things I can't change, and things that aren't supposed to matter.
Yet behind simply 'not liking' my body, there are other things, and explanations.
I know that the majority of reasons I despise my physical self, can be put down to mental confusion.
I guess I understand that.
It is hard to explain the reason for this confusion, without giving away a load of very personal things about my life, which I don't really believe I have the right to scream out to the whole world, as they don't just affect me individually.
But basically, my brain is thinking "why don't I look like x? I am supposed to. I am MEANT to. But I don't, so, obviously I am a freak."
But instead I just get "I am a freak", with no explanation.

Ack.
I did not enjoy writing that. But I am very glad I've got it off my chest.