The reality of a flat bum
You guys don’t know how excited I get about Friday’s. For someone who never has anything planned, this over zealous anticipation to do nothing is peculiar. My Saturday’s and Sunday’s aren’t restful, so there’s really no legitimate reason for the excitement. But as always, we let the wild birds fly.
This post is not intended to be vulgar or sexual. I’m just a girl who has suffered at the hands of a shallow society. That was such a woe is me line, I apologize. It’s not that deep — life motto. 9/10 times, nothing is ever that serious. Like, you’ll be very fine. Just take a breath.
I’ve come to terms with it. Having a long back is not the end of the world. I truly admire girls who are generously endowed. I look at them and thank God for making such beautiful creatures. No bad belle involved.
I’ve been able to navigate life pretty well, in terms of attention and whatnot. Nobody is begging to lick whipped cream off my toe, but I’m not a rotting carcass by the side of the road either. I never used to notice it or let it bother me, until recently. Once again, this is not some pathetic attempt to get anyone to compliment my “other features”. I’m just saying.
I don’t know if it’s this rise of the “Instagram bod” or if that’s how it’s always been, and I’m simply just coming to my own realization. I’m not going to lie through my teeth and say I don’t care, because I do — only a tad bit though.
I strategically pick clothes that I think will flatter me. I don’t take pictures from any side angle. I do some useless squats in my room because ofcourse that’s all it takes. It sickens me to think that men perpetuate these foolish standards. If we’re all keeping it a hundred, the only reason bigger assets matter is because men find them more appealing. Simple as, fight me.
So as always, you know I had to check myself. Mrs. Checker. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting certain things in life. Curvy bodies look great. Would I want to be curvier? Hell yeah. Am I just going to sit on my flat bum and complain till I die? Hell no. The reality of being flat is that it’s not a big deal. Don’t dwell on it sis. If you’re so pressed, Dr. Miami is a few thousand bucks away and the gym can become your best friend.
The direction of this post has lost me to be honest. I’m very aware that being scattered gets old fast. Bear with me, work in progress.
Disclaimer: Not an advocate of putting other women down. Once again, just sharing thoughts. So Instagram or BBM body, sis do your damn ting.
