I don’t think I’ve ever been truly content with myself in any aspect. I’m afraid even the most poetic comparisons so often used to widen perspective just drift right over me. For example “A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it” or “Your body is from stardust” etc. I still find myself longing to be physically unrivaled. I wish I could offer a more positive anecdote but I’ll simply say that I understand.