Curves, curves and curves...

I am currently in self-loathing mode...looking at my recent weight gain, I am telling you that I am not feeling like a sexy, optimistic vixen. I don't know, maybe it was the medication I took for the flu, or is it?

Why is it so damn hard to see myself as who I really am? Why is it difficult to love myself - to be grateful of all the womanly curves I have? Why do I have to continue comparing myself with other women who have their own hangups?