What's my tip for a beautiful body? Accept it. Accept it how it is, and how it's going to be. No amount of medication or surgery or ointment is ever going to make you any more beautiful than you already are. In fact, it may end up scaring the people that are around you. It may even make you distant from everyone you love. Either that or you'll attract unwanted attention from people who could actually hurt the people you love.
Just to explain the above statement, I might as well give a full-on experience story.
When I was young I thought I was beautiful just the way I was. But then my Grandma started to get me to think that I wasn't. Just simple things like... doing my hair in ways I didn't like it. She said it was pretty, but I thought it was ugly. I didn't want to hurt my Grandma's feelings, of course. So I went with it. I let her dress me in clothes I didn't like, and when I tried on clothes I really liked, she would tell me I looked chubby in them, or the color clashed with my hair. Well, I can't do anything about my hair, or my body weight. I also really wanted to wear those clothes. It was like she and I could never agree with anything, and I came to accept it.
Then I started asking her opinions on everything. How should I do this? How should I walk? How should I talk? Personally, I thought I was like a princess just the way I was, just the way I wanted to be. But I wanted her to be proud of me. I wanted to be exactly how she wanted me to be. At the same time, she was thinking she was making me into a person I wanted to be. It was a constant circle, and in the end I would be miserable. Once I became a person I liked, she would notice I wasn't the person I was before, and would try and change me again. I admit, a lot of the things she would tell me I would like. In fact, some things I really loved. But then there were small things, like a purple/pink vest she bought me for Christmas that I really didn't like. Sure I looked good in it, but it was uncomfortable. She told me I could take it back, and I did, and I bought an awesome purse that I still use. A cheap one too! So I still had money left over to buy myself something else I liked. But in the end it hurt her feelings. A lot. She still won't let me down for it. In fact, it hurt her feelings so much that she ended up throwing the presents I bought her right in my face, saying she hated them. So we were both miserable in the end.
Then once I moved out of the house and in with my boyfriend, who she hates because he took my first pay check from my first job to buy himself something (a whole other story I'll write about one day, and just for the records he payed me back, and she's never actually met him face to face), and that's reasonable in it's own way, but I find he truly makes me happy. I've had so many bad relationships in the past where I was tortured by my own doubt in the men I was with, and he's the one person I can say I truly trust, and have always trusted. Sure he's lied to me here and there, but so have I, and we've gotten through it all together, and we'll probably have a ton of things to go through together in the future. I can really say from the bottom of my hear that he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. 100%, no doubts what-so-ever. But my Grandma was a barrier from me being with him all the time. Sure, she wanted me around the house to help out, and she wanted me to take responsibility for myself, she wanted the best things for me. But instead I dropped out of school, got my GED, stayed on the internet for a few years, and then just got up and moved out.
But that was the best for me. She and I don't argue as much anymore, and we can actually start our lives new as being friends. For so long she's been my mother, and my Grandmother. She and my Grandpa have given me everything I've ever needed, even though that meant the possible ruin of their marriage doing so, and I love them so much for it.
This leads me to explain why I love my boyfriend so much. He took me away from the life-style where I was constantly belittled by my Grandma. Instead of me asking him what color shoes I should buy, or what outfit I should wear for his brother's wedding, he's let me choose completely. He's letting me take my own responsibilities, and I've grown up a lot from it. Sure, he may have gotten me into some bad situations as well, and Grandma blames him for all of her stress, but I'm sure one day she'll understand. All I need now is for my boyfriend to hug me and tell me I'm beautiful no matter what I'm wearing. Knowing he thinks that, I'll never need any other sort of re-assurance from anyone else. I don't care if some one tells me I look better in green. If I say I don't like it, I know they'll understand. I don't need to wear short skirts or tons of make-up for my boyfriend to love me. Which is how I know I can accept the person I am in the mirror. :)
So again, the best thing for a beautiful body, is for everyone to accept they DO have a beautiful body.