Seriously, I'm not even trying for that. I've been there. At 32, you could've bounced quarters off of my thighs. Now I just want to fit comfortably into my old wardrobe. That's all. And my old wardrobe is not a size 6.
Just the other day I was talking to a friend who works with young models. She sees pictures of herself and destroys them because, altho' she's still a size 8, (she's really a 10 but I allow her that) she thinks she looks fat. I told her that comparing herself to those models will keep her miserable and unhappy.
Nobody enjoys the aging process but comparing yourself to an infant is just plain torture!