Only in the last two or so years have I come to embrace my voluptuous posterior. It was a very long road to get here. A road paved with self conscious looks in mirrors and any window reflection I walked by. I’d glance at my butt with embarrassment or distain depending on my mood. Each time the view was the same, but I always hoped it got smaller.
Finally, I have learned to appreciate that no matter what the scale says, or how much I run, my butt will always demand I buy a size 10 pants. And I am okay with that.
I love that booties are celebrated in some parts of society and the media now. I can now be a proud owner instead of an embarrassed victim of my body.
I also have to thank, at least in part, ladies who rock the booty like Kim Kardashian (source)
Despite what I want the scale to say or my Marathon time to be, I have decided to at least own how I am built. It’s a relief to stop fighting my genes and just enjoy my jeans (even if they are a size 10)…