Recently I was accused of having body dysmorphia “issues”.
Wikipedia classifies Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) is a mental disorder characterized by an obsessive preoccupation that some aspect of one’s own appearance is severely flawed and warrants exceptional measures to hide or fix it.[1] In BDD’s delusional variant, the flaw is imagined.[2] If the flaw is actual, its importance is severely exaggerated.[2] Either way, one’s thoughts about it are pervasive and intrusive, occupying up to several hours a day.
and the definition goes on……..
Let’s just say that I thought the statement was somewhat humorous, and a completely stupid accusation!
For those that know me, and those that know me well that the statement is so far from the truth I just don’t know where to begin refuting it, so much so that I won’t. What strikes me is the need for these types of individuals to get in my face and declare they know me better than my own self. If we look at Wikipedia’s definition closely and that of other classifications, it would suggest that I spend hours a day occupying my time over what I construe as flaws, again I cannot begin to start where this is so wrong!
Big strong arms of a man to wrap around you, smother and hold tight, arms to touch and caress, or simply admire from afar. The delicate sinews and sensuous arms of a woman, smooth and soft, shapely and strong capable of a long embrace. 
