What parts of your body are you insecure about? Do you remember when or why these insecurities began?

BV: I've always been really self-conscious about my frame feeling too wide, and I'm a bit shorter than average so that ties in with that, for sure. Also, since I'm shorter, my body mass index always bothered me a lot when I was a kid (because I didn't really know how bullshit BMI was at the time). It served as a method of measurement that constantly reaffirmed my negative body image.

SJ: When I was growing up, I was really skinny — all legs and teeth, basically. An uncle said once that he was worried I'd get blown down the street if it was too windy outside. But then life happened, work happened, losses and grief happened, and one day I found myself staring at a beer belly. I was horrified. Life comes at you fast, man.

WV: I'm happy overall with my body now (most days), but when I do feel insecure it is usually my love handles or the fact that I feel disproportionate — that my chest is too big, or my arms and neck are too scrawny, or that my thighs are freakishly big. I remember being terrified for a while that my penis was too small or just plain weird. I also went through a phase where I HATED that my hair was getting thinner.

JB: I've always felt fat, and that probably has something to do with how early and often I was called heavy (or worse) by my family, classmates, doctors, and teachers, as well as the fact that I am a naturally large dude. When I was at my heaviest, strangers and peers alike would often refer to me as "jolly" for no discernible reason except my size, so I still very much have this Santa Claus image of myself stuck in my head. I hate my stomach more than anything else on my body, and I sometimes daydream about slicing it off or sucking it out with giant syringes. I'm also particularly self-conscious about my butt, my thighs, my love handles, my chest, my neck, and my hair.

IF: I have always felt overweight, no matter what my weight was. I was eight when my ma once slapped my stomach in a Stuart's (like the Walmart of New England). She herself had been overweight as a child, and she really only wanted me to be fit so that I could be spared what she had gone through. But I'll never forget her lifting up my shirt in front of the mirror in the changing room, and how she slapped my stomach, making it jiggle. That was when I started feeling self-conscious about my belly. I've also felt short since I was a teenager. This led to me wearing cowboy boots for most of my teenage years and well into my adult life, right up until last year.