My hips don’t lie

I have a big butt.

It’s not enormous or disproportionate…but it’s definitely there.

Ok. Maybe it is enormous. But whatever.

I remember realizing that my butt and my thighs were large when I was…hmm…around the age of 12. My family had taken a road trip to Ohio, and when we got the photos from the trip developed, I came across one of my sisters and I. They’re seven and nine years younger than me, so I already looked gargantuan next to them, but then, oh, my word, my legs. I was sitting down on a bench in these adorable purple shorts and all I could focus on was my thighs. OMG. They looked huge. I recently came across this photo once again, and looking at it now, my thighs don’t look that big at all. Nevertheless, that was the end of my short wearing days. I vowed to myself to never wear shorts again, and from that day forth, I only wore pants, and in the summertime, capris.

Shopping for pants was always a bit of a struggle for me, as they would be my size, but I would have to buy them a size bigger because of my big butt and thighs. So irritating. I often had to shop in the women’s section for pants instead of the juniors section because…well…I had a women’s lower half. But no one ever commented on it; it was more of an annoyance than any self esteem thing.

And then. I went to college. Now, my fashion sense at the beginning of my college career was less than stellar. It consisted of hand-me-down jeans, boxy awkward shirts, and platform goth boots (I’m happy to say that I think I have a better idea of fashion now). However, even with my scary wardrobe hiding my body, I still got comments about my hips, thighs, and butt from friends…and others. “You have childbearing hips,” was the statement that sent me overboard. I started to doubt how I looked. I no longer saw myself as attractive and cute. I felt like a whale.

But then, eventually, I realized. This is my body. There is not much I can do to change it, especially that whole area, because that is strictly my Italian genes. And God made me this way! He made my butt!

So, I have learned that although I am very, very pasty white, as my one of my friends and coworkers has stated, “Yeah, I’ve noticed that. You have such a black girl’s booty!” And black girls are proud of their booties! So why shouldn’t I be proud of mine?

I am not stick-skinny. I definitely do not have a bikini body. But I have a nice ass! And that’s something some girls wish they could have.