Darling...everyone has a touch of that in their younger years. And 35-40 isn't old, you will see when you get there. I used to obsess over being fat. Up until age 42, I as taken for MUCH younger. Then, my hips went bad and I had my first replacement at age 46. I gained 50 lbs because I could no longer do hours of exercise. It is ok. I am now 55. I no longer care what I look like, and neither will you, and it will be very liberating. I enjoy my leisure time and am actually, much happier and a bit more pleasant to be around, and I am enjoying my ice cream.