I use St Ives Blemish scrub with salicylic acid or its knock offs to scrub my armpits, then rinse it off right before I shave. It's cleared up all the little zits and has smoothed out considerably, and I've been wearing tank tops confidently since I was a young teen.

My painfully intense workouts and deprivation of certain foods has payed off - I am bikini ready!! What motivated me was that I bought $500 worth of teeny bikinis - so I had no choice but to do it. The journey was painful, the memory of my stomach growling 24/7 still haunts me - but at least I look great which is the most important thing.

Friend, I'm very happy for your losing almost 100 lbs., you look great. But quit bitching that you can't find a man. You go to ONE bar in your teeny-tiny town where the same locals (including you) have gone for the last 20 years. Don't expect Romeo to just wander in and sweep you off your feet. I invite you to the casino, concerts, hockey & baseball games,etc, but you insist on hanging out at that same bar. And that is fine, but how can you expect to meet a "new" man there, with the same ole crowd. Good luck with that.

I am a teen mom and I just recently had my son D, Before him I had a really nice body and I cared about myself and My image... Well I started this make over thing, and looking at the pictures made me realize how unattractive I find myself and how much bigger and how much self confidence I have lost because of all the weight i've gained. I hope that I will be able to get my body back nd the confidence I once had!

I'm afraid to lose weight. I have a nice plump ass and a waist, but no boobs. It's the only thing I have going for me. I'm afraid if I lost weight I'd lose my only assets (almost literally!) and end up looking like a teenage boy.

My life's soundtrack changes completely for every decade. Teens: 80's hair bands. 90's: Grunge. 00's: post-grunge (think RHCP) and dance music (think Fergie & BEP). 10's: alternative & adult alternative (MGMT, Coldplay, Death Cab for Cutie, Dave Matthews, Phoenix, .. on and on) Yeah I know no one cares. I'd still f*ck Eddie Vedder til he couldn't see straight. And Chris Cornell. At the same time. Yeah, baby.

Stuffed my face with cornbread (slathered with amazing honey butter) and pork buns (pulled pork, cilantro, peanuts on these amazing soft pillows of dough) tonight. Then, the waitress brought me a teeny tiny soft serve cone for free. I feel like a fatty. But oh, it was so so good. I need to stop drowning my depression in food.

I'm so sick of dieting and denying myself and being miserable for teeny tiny results that don't amount to anything. I'm eating whatever the hell I want and saving up for lipo.

I have the weirdest figure ever. I have a tiny waist but my belly sticks out a mile. Seriously, when I relax it I look like I'm in the early stages of baby bump (and no I'm not, I've always been shaped like this). I thought "apple shaped" meant you are just generally bulgy, but I have a teeny waist, hourglass hips and boobs and yet this odd sticky outy stomach. I'm working my ass off trying to get rid of it. I've accepted it will never be washboard but it needs to be bikini ready for summer.

I was hugely obese as a teen and I remember my mom REGULARLY buying my brother and me super sized big mac meals. I am now an adult and a healthy weight. I asked my mom why she bought us that crap and she said she honestly never saw us as fat. Really?!?!?! I was close to 300lbs!!!!!