Too much of a good thing?

You know, I've dedicated the last 13 months to exercising and eating right in the hopes that, in the end, I'd have a self-image that I would be proud of. I've lost the weight I planned to and then some. Now I see bones that I haven't seen in over a decade. So I should be happy right? Wrong. Here's the thing: It's gone from one extreme where I hated my mirror because I was too heavy to not liking it because I'm too thin in places. I don't mind having collarbones again BUT there are shoulder and chest bones that I never expected to see. Don't even get me started on my breasts (There's a certain unfairness to weightloss right there.) I also don't want to talk about my arm jiggle. These are things that I'm trying not to focus on. Instead I concentrate on what I AM proud of:
I have more energy than I've had in years.
I can run a half marathon.
I have a strong core. I'm even "this close" to a six-pack. :o)
I wear a size 6.