I think I've found the source of many of my body image/confidence issues. My Grandma. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, I just believe, after lots of thinking, that she has had an effect on the way I see myself ever since a young age.
When I was in elementary school, probably 1st or 2nd grade,, I remember she was staying at my house and she asked me to stand up and put my legs together. I did as I was told and she muttered to herself "you don't have one" then told me I could sit back down. When I asked her what I didn't have, she replied to me " a thigh gap, you don't have a thigh gap". At this time, I didn't know what is was, so she explained. I went to school the next day and I was taught by a woman with a major thigh gap and that's when I started paying attention to my thighs and being jealous of everyone with a gap. I was about six or seven.
This grandma sews for a living, so she's seen more of my body than I am completely comfortable with. One time, I was trying on something she made for me. It was all good until she decided to point our my back flaws, aka rolls. She said something along the lines of "oh you've got some rolly pollies now". Before hand, I didn't know what back rolls were, nor did I care, but ever since, I've been really insecure about my back.
Last of all, my chest, Those of you who know me personally know that I am far from small. I am a larger girl, which automatically gives me bigger breasts. There have been so many times that I would walk into a room and either my aunt, grandma, or mom would make some comment about my chest and how lucky I am to have such big breasts. They would say something regardless of whoever was in the room. Sometimes my dad, or grandpa would be there and they would turn bright red, as would I. When I would express my feelings towards the comments, they would proceed to tell me that they are my families and it's okay. Now that I think about it, it was definitely NOT okay.
Now at 15 years old, I stray away from anything that shows a little of my stomach or back. I don't wear tank tops, I hate wearing tee shirts, and I wear baggy clothing to hid my bumps and such. I hate my body;I can't even stand to look at myself half the time.
My message is don't comment on anyone's body unless it is potentially harmful for them.