Okay...it's been established that I'm a late-comer to some things, like embracing cellphones or mastering homey baking...I didn't jump into fitness until I was well into my 40's. And I was wee bit late for the Rubenesque period (the early 1600's) , that time in history when "rounded , softer women were revered. (Look it up! They'd LOVE me!)
But I'm right on time for "The Year of the Booty"... a designation we've been made aware of by the proliferation of songs like "All About That Bass, "Anaconda" and whatever else they're spewing on the radio now...all hail, the big bum!
The fact that I have this ass-et isn't genetic...it isn't from hard work at the gym...It's probably more from not knowing that muscle has memory and I should've worked harder at it years ago. See, there's nothing firm about it... It just happens to be more substantial than I'd like. "The Year of the Booty"...ha!
If aging has taught me anything, it's that "beauty" - whatever our definition is, at that moment in history - fades... If we ever had "it" to begin with, it goes. New trends, new looks come and go, too. That's why we need to work on developing kind hearts... sharp and open minds... Because it's really not "All About That Bass"...it's not all about that face...it's about what's inside...and working on THAT, is the goal.
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