Aramie talked about her pink bird, I too found a bird...
I'm humiliated! My life has been one of ease and unconcern. Yesterday my carefree world was shattered when I tried on this:
The cutest swimsuit ever. I carefully shopped around, looking for the perfect style, checked the measurements and finally bought it online. As I shimmied into it I could tell right away that something wasn't right. The top fit nicely, it made my flat chest look...well...bigger. Slimmed down my waist. As I looked in the mirror I congratulated myself on my purchase. I slowly turned around, checking out every possible angle to see where I might need to do an extra crunch or squat and making sure there weren't any bulges. When to my horror, I had turned to the point where I say my pasty white backside oozing (and I mean OOZING) out of my suit.
In that moment I realized the real meaning of getto-booty. Nate tried to comfort me as I tearfully showed him what I had been trying to hide our whole marriage, my big-bum. He said it didn't look too bad, then he said it was a really cute (yes, Nate uses the word cute) swimsuit.
Now my dilemma is: do I just wear a two piece and throw a tank top over it or do I go for the next size up and hope that my chest finally catches up to my rear?
CALLING FELLOW BIG-BOOTY WOMEN: We don't need to be ashamed, I just need advice. Any suggestions??