Fat-bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round

I noticed yesterday, quite suddenly, that I was feeling insecure about my weight. I'd been experiencing the feeling for several hours prior to noticing it simply because I didn't realize what it was. I often sigh at the mirror over my skin condition or wish my muscles were stronger, but I came to terms with my body shape quite a while ago, and it's not something that enters my mind often anymore. If it does, the thoughts are along the lines of, "It'd sure be nice to be able to see my abs." But this feeling was not a simple acknowledgement of the fact that I'm not as healthy as I could be. This was a feeling of inadequacy, the kind that eats away at my self-esteem, the kind that plagued me on a regular basis a couple of years ago.

I'm guessing the trigger was spending time with Laura and Ann this weekend, two girls with near-perfect hourglass figures. Or, possibly, it was the fact that I've barely exercised at all since the last karate class of the semester (though I've been eating a lot less too, so I don't think I've gained anything). Maybe it was something else; I don't know. I just hope it goes away soon. I thought I was done with irrational teenage body hatred. :/