Not sure where I’m going with this, but I just had this strange desire to blog about my butt.

Okay, so there’s this stereotype out there that black women have big butts. We’re supposed to have these big badonkadonks and wear clothes that hug our badonkadonks in the right places.

Well, I’m definitely a curvy gal, but I just don’t have that voluptuous backside like many of my black sisters do.  I mean, I guess I don’t have the same view that other people have unless I’m practically breaking my neck to look at my booty in the mirror, but I think my butt is pretty flat “for a black girl.”

This used to cause me so much stress back in the day.  In high school I used to wonder if butts were like breasts and if I just needed to be patient and wait for mine to “develop.”  When I turned 24, however, I started to realize it doesn’t work that way.

Sometimes, when I’m really getting into  my running routine, my butt looks awesome.  And when I’m wearing the right jeans.  But pretty much, I’ve accepted that Sir Mix-A-Lot just was not rapping about me.  It took awhile, especially since I’m a black woman who’s “supposed” to have junk in the trunk…

But really, I’m kinda over trying to fit into whatever molds other people are trying to put me into.  I’m just gonna leave that shit “behind.”

Butt jokes are funny.

Which of your body parts cause you stress?  How do you remind yourself to “leave that shit behind?”

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