There’s an old saying that goes something like this: “Accept the things you cannot change…”
Change is inevitable. Some changes are easier to make than others. If you don’t like your hair, you can get it cut or styled. If you don’t like where you live, you can move.
Other, more complex things are trickier to change, such as your personality traits or genetic body type. I’ve always been a curvy girl (the politically correct term these days, I suppose), but it wasn’t until the last few years I’ve been able to accept it. Face it. Even appreciate it.
When you’re a kid, life seems easier if you fit into the norm. It’s not good to stand out—to be too short, too tall, too dark, too small. If you’re carrying a few or many extra pounds, that is the kiss of death. At least it seemed so then.
My butt, derriere, rear end—has always been ample.
After losing some weight over the past four years, it has shrunk significantly and become more toned. But the fact remains—it is still a big *ss.
Yes, I said *ss. I have a big, round, Irish-pale ass. And I kinda love it.
“That’s crazy!” you might say. “How could she be happy with a big booty?”
There are some assets (no pun intended!) to having a large rear, such as:
1. It keeps you warm during those chilly Michigan days, while sitting on the bleachers watching a football game.
2. If you fall, it serves as a fluffy cushion to help prevent any broken bones.
3. It looks nice and round and shapely in a dress, skirt, or jeans.
4. It’s fun to shake out on the dance floor.
5. There are even songs that praise it. Think: “Da Butt,” “Baby Got Back,” “All About That Bass” the list goes on and on.
6. There’s a rather large group of guys who seem to fancy a substantial rear end, including the one in my life now, who rather enjoys looking at it, squeezing it, and touching it. Woo-hoo!
So there! Take that, all you big booty bashers!
I don’t hate the ass that I sit on because it’s large—I love it. I love my big, fat, Irish ass.
I have the ability and desire to shrink and firm it up a bit, and if I do, I do, if I don’t, who cares?
It’s mine, after all. When you’re a grown up, you realize it’s ok to love yourself—the good, the bad, and the ugly. If you love yourself unconditionally, it won’t hinge on whether or not you have buns of steel.
It’s really a very freeing feeling, loving what you’ve got.
Author: Laura Hipshire
Editor: Renee Jahnke
Image: Wiki Media