Running on the treadmill yesterday, I could see myself in the mirror, and the controls of machine cut my body in half. The top half of me looks like me, a thinnish, muscularish, pretty enough kind of girl running along. Below the cut were these dimpled, white, cellulite-y left pounding along, and all I could look at were the knees, and how the
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I used to joke with my sister that genetics messed up with us - we're two bodies with the tops swapped - she's got no butt to speak of, but a huge rack. I have no rack, but a giant but. Switch us up, and we'd find a dress that fits.
I can't really offer any advice on reconciling this, as I haven't really done it myself, but I can commiserate, and say that you're not the only one who thinks of yourself in halves.
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Someday, someone is going to sing the praises of cellulite, and then I'll be much happier :/
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Odes to large rear ends are in evidence (Bootylicious, Honky tonk badonkadonk, Baby Got Back, Culo, etc--not that I'm paying attention). But the beauty of skin that looks like cottage cheese remains to be celebrated.
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The thing is, I KNOW that--it's just hard to believe :)
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