Love Hate Relationship - Starring Me

I love my body. I hate my body.
This is a love hate relationship that could win an academy award, but in the sequel, it is still just me and my body, still in love and still in hate.
But how on earth can someone hate their body as much as they love it. I have spent the last few years trying everything under the sun to lose weight. I have been a tried and true advocate for Weight Watchers, taken drugs that probably shouldn't even be legal? Maybe they aren't? But nothing. I am not lazy...on average I work out 3-4 times a week? I have since lost my motivation because it just didn't seem to do any good. Why is it so damn hard. I go to bed at night making a promise to myself, tomorrow, we will do it, we will conquer the evil "chubby" monster. But, nonetheless, I still slip myself into my average size jeans and tell myself, someday we will be in our skinny jeans again, someday. Why? What is wrong with what I look like. Now, this is the other personality speaking, the one that says, I love what I look like, and yeah, I could be thinner, but I can guaran-ass-tee you all want breasts like this. I know several people that would pay $10,000 for girls like mine.
Yes, I have curves, and yes I am above the recommended weight according to the American Medical Association. But truly, I don't think I will ever be "thin." And about 80% of the time, I am quite happy with how I look. Can't I be healthy and beautiful but not be a size 6? Can't I still be healthy and beautiful and have a few extra pounds? It is a predicament that even self help books can't help. How can you love your body as much as you hate your body? C'mon Dr. Phil, don't you have something you can do to help me?