I hate my body

I hate the fact that I hate my body.
I hate the softness. I hate the roundness of my belly. I hate the stretchmarks and scars from having babies.
That being said - my body is strong and healthy. It's tall and curvy. It allows me to play with my kids and dance and have sex. My body can walk for miles without getting tired, it can dance all night. It can run a group and then train an evenings worth of clients before going home and tossing the baby in the air.
My body is strong. It does so much. I wish I could just accept the "imperfections" as the physical signs of experience that they really are.