This morning, while changing in the locker room at my gym and ogling all of the lovely ladies, I had this progression of thoughts (all thoughts featured no irony):

she's got amazing legs.
look at that woman's back?
how does that woman have such lovely thighs?
hey, how come everyone in here has such a hot body?
grrr
i don't have a poor body image do i?
why does every woman in the world have a nicer body than me?

take a moment to get past the Cathy-ness of it all and to truly appreciate the beauty that is my inner voice.