Body Obsession?

I've experienced so much in my life that has been wonderful; my life has been beautiful so far.  I really try to concentrate on the positive always, but I really have my parents to thank for that.  I guess when nothing goes drastically wrong in your life, it's a little bit easier to like.  (Take the "Rate My Life Quiz" I found online!)   I grew up with a mom and a dad (married) and an older brother.  I went to a Catholic grade school, attended church each Sunday, wore hand-me-downs to ballet and softball, and loved every part of every day.  I really lucked out because even when my cousin found out about her brain tumor or when my grandma passed away from cancer, I understood that this was just a part of life and that each person has obstacles to overcome--but what were my obstacles?  I really never had any.  Through adolescence and high school years, I wanted to learn what my strengths and weaknesses truly were.  I joined everything.  I was involved in cheerleading, musicals, teen institute, pep club, student council, church choir, and was a tour guide on a canal boat during what little free time I had.  I found out that I am good at doing all of those things.  I became captain of cheerleading, president of teen institute, vice of student council, and got raises several times at work.  I am a people person and that makes me proud of myself.  I love helping others and I know I'm good at it.  I'm a horrible story-teller, can't argue to save my life, but I am good at counsel and involvement.  I never really worried about my body until my sophomore year in high school, and when I had time to consider it even being there, I didn't dwell on it.  The more that overly-active body slows down, the more I notice the things I don't like in my body, but I always try to focus on the good in my personality.  I try to remind myself that I have had the perfect life and that others have it much, MUCH worse than I do.  I also remind myself how I look at others.  Unless something drastic happens to someone else, it goes unnoticed by everyone except for that person.  Others will not even notice when I am broken out and bloated, but I do.  On those days I try to focus on my personality and maybe wear a cute bra or some new shoes, that always seems to help!