I had a check-up at the doctor's last week and he weighed me while I was there. I stepped on the scales and gulped as the needle shot past my normal comfortable weight. He just went 'Seventy, good.' and I had a moment of shock as I realised just how much what I read in magazines *does* shape my perceptions. I'm intelligent and still the weights of anorexic famous clotheshorses seems more real to me than my own. I'm so used to reading about women who weigh fifty kilos, even less sometimes that a healthy weight seems 'fat'. I actually had to go out and calculate my BMI and compare some centile graphs to prove to myself that I am a good size. Eh, still, at least I'm healthy.