There is a difference between being happy with your body as it is, and being fit. Now, I'm not saying you need to be super jacked, but at least keeping off too many extra pounds is good for your health in many ways. In our sedentary (and generally lazy) society, gyms prosper because people need to find a way to slow down the process of gaining weight. Lately, I've started to gain a few pounds (I blame swapping my daily bike commute for a daily drive commute), and I increased my exercise so I could avoid potential health issues. This does not compare at all to undergoing painful experimental surgery to have your genitalia changed.Melanie McGreevey said:Being trans isn't rooted in insecurity. It's a misalignment of physical body and your brains gender. If being happy with your body was how everyone lived, then people wouldn't undergo weight-loss surgery, lift weights (extensively), have other plastic surgeries, etc... many people are not trans undergo surgery to "correct" issues they have with themselves.Slayer_2 said:I wouldn't want to be with someone so insecure and shallow that they feel the need to undergo hideous mutilations and lengthy hormone "treatments" to attempt a sex change. Instead they just come off across as a grotesque mix of two genders. If I craved dick, I'd go gay. Since I prefer vag, I'll stick with (and in) that as long as it keeps working for me. I'm not being transphobic, I'm judging your personality based off of your actions, which is completely fair and reasonable. Be happy with the body you have, unless you have some mutation or crippling injury, in which case, my sympathy.
The diet industry is a billion (probably multi-billion) dollar a year industry. People are most definitely NOT content with their bodies... even people in shape are not completely, look at the fitness industry... another HUGE industry.
Life and existence is not so black and white as many people make it out to be, it would be nice if it were, but alas it is not.
If I woke up in a female body tomorrow (assuming no one noticed the switch), I'd be like "Oh, shit, what happened?" Then I'd get up and continue on with my day as usual, after a quick stop in front of the full-size mirror, of course, hahaha. Later that night, you'd find me at a lesbian bar or some such. Life goes on.