As I was walking to the smoothie store this afternoon for my daily fruit overdose, one of the bike messengers in Farragut Square expressed his appreciation of my bum. Actually, I think it went along the lines of "D**n, white girl! Is all that a** yours! Mm!" I had a hard time waiting to pass by him before I started laughing. Yeah, I know I'm bootylicious. Always have been, and always will be. Even when I was a size 7 way back when in the foggy recesses of my memory I still had a disproportionately large bum to contend with when shopping for clothes.
My Nana called it The Puckett (her maiden name) Butt . She had it too. My aunt has it. I have it. I really used to hate my bum a lot. My mom always told me that someday I would meet a guy who thought my bum was cute. She was right. Actually, I've met several. However, it's only recently that I've come to appreciate how to play up my little waist and big bum to their greatest advantages. Yeah, I know I still have a bunch of weight to lose. But that doesn't mean I can embrace my bootyliciousness and feel sexy in the meantime.
After all of my smack talk yesterday, I may end up losing the bet this week. I have to work out Monday through Thursday this week in order to get in my 4 days because I'm going to Boston Friday night and won't be back until Tuesday morning. Well, today I am feeling so, so dead. I have a headache that won't let go. I may just need to go home, curl up in front of the TV and watch the Lost season finale in my PJs, rather than heading to the gym right after work like I was thinking of doing. My smoothie fruit burst is helping me feel a little better, so we'll have to see how I feel when 7 PM rolls around.