First off, let me just state this simple fact: I have a big butt. We pear-shaped gals have lots going on in the butt-department, and not so much in the boob-department. For me, this has long been a source of major emotional angst. I’m a white girl – white girls are not supposed to have big butts, no matter how much Sir Mix-A-Lot likes them. In my little social circles, a white girl with a big butt is, well, the butt of the jokes.
I have two choices: move to a more ethnic neighborhood, or accept that this is the shape my particular chromosomal arrangement gave me and move on emotionally. Frankly, I like my house. So, perhaps my New Year’s Resolution should be to drop 15 pounds and find a way to be happy with the way I look – including my butt.