I am trying to assemble my “2011 Family Album”. I started this a couple years ago after seeing a friend’s album. I thought it was a great way to capture all the pictures that are just sitting on my computer, never to be seen again. And I threw that scrapbooking thing out the window years ago. Not until after I purchased all the equipment of course, but, none-the-less, at least I am now aware I will never scrapbook, even with all the tools available to me.
But I digress.
For this year’s album, I created a “Group Album” online where friends and I could share pics. All together, there are 5,567 pictures uploaded from 2011. And, for the first time ever, I am actually IN some of the pictures.
So, there I am, looking at pics from the Goddess Party. You may remember it like this, taken with the self-timer of my camera:
Having all these pics of stuff I didn’t see at places I was at was like watching the Zapruder film. (The shooter clearly was sitting on the grassy knoll, by the way. I watched the film.)
So I see this picture of my daughter looking all orangy, eating cheetos. Clearly, she just came from a lesson at Finishing School.
After I got over how Sassy probably smeared orangy puffy mess into her BFFs hair, I saw Tater on the tractor in the background. Who is he looking at? Who stands on their tippy toes like that? Who has a bathingsuit top just like mine?
Oh, hell no.
Is that? Could that be? Is that’s my butt?!? MY BUTT? That’s the flattest butt I have ever seen. It’s like my back just runs into the top of my legs.
Now, I’m not sure which realization was worse- the fact that my butt looked like that, the fact that I didn’t know my butt looked like that (seriously- do you know what your butt looks like??) or the fact that my butt bears a striking resemblance to my mother’s butt. For those of you who saw her on Springer, you know what I’m talking about.
I was starting at my mother’s butt.
I brought this sad realization to Girls Night Out on Friday.
“I’m writing a blog post about my butt. I saw a picture of it and am horrified.”
“Turn around. Let’s see the offending back end.”
I heard lots of girl-power encouragement about how my butt is not that bad. Then, each of them described their own butt-imperfections.
“Mine’s a bubble butt. Look.”
“Mine’s totally flabby. Look at this.”
These butts in question, were, of course, not nearly the way the individual butt-owner was describing.
Why are we so quick to support and encourage one another, but even quicker to tear ourselves down and apart?
I decided to vow to try to love my butt…and all my other body parts that I find imperfect..like my girls being too small, my stomach too big, my nose is hooked like a bird beak…
But, from now on, I will focus on the parts of my that I like. Or part, if I can only come up with one…
And with loving encouragement, try to work on all the other parts…I’m starting with the Brazilian Butt Lift DVDs from Beachbody…guaranteed to give me a bootylicious backside in just 60 days…Sweet. I think I’ll schedule the GNO for March now to show it off.
If all else fails, there’s always my backup plan…