It's that time again: the time when I berate myself for being a flabtastic mess of non-conformity in a world of taught, toned, plasticised models. I know I should be sharpening my feminist pencil and jabbing it in the eye of the patriarchy. But what upsets me is not really non-conformity to society's standards: it's conformity to my own standards. I don't care about how much I weigh. I haven't