I like big butts and I cannot lie

There’s nothing like seeing a picture of your backside to prompt a strict and immediate diet – as well as a campaign to make sure nobody tags you in said photo on Facebook. I mean, after all, I was wearing black, which is supposedly slimming, but the camera does add ten pounds. Still, I thought the two would cancel each other out.

Last night my brother-in-law posted photos online from our recent family vacation. There was a great picture of my husband and our baby along with me, in the background, heading inside the cabin. All you could see was the back of me and suddenly, I found myself horrified.

Right away, I commented out loud about my big butt and my husband, who was on his own computer right next to me, looking at the same Facebook album, chimed in. “I like your big butt.”

Silence.

“Did you just say I have a big butt?”

More silence as I stared at the back of his head, waiting for him to come up with a snarky reply about how he was totally kidding but there was no response.

And that’s when I remembered that most guys want a woman with a little junk in her trunk, or draggin’ a wagon. Maybe what I see as negative is something that he sees as positive. Or maybe he just doesn’t see it at all.

A few months back, when he first moved to California, he was concerned about whether or not he’d pass the vision exam that was part of the driver’s test and I recall being very frustrated with the fact that he has to squint to read labels and street signs and sometimes the TV. I’ve encouraged him to get his eyes examined, to get glasses or contacts so that he wouldn’t do further damage to his eyes.

But after last night, and the fact that he honestly doesn’t see the same things that I do when looking at my body (I’m pretty sure my breastfeeding boobs distract him from the rest of the curves and rolls), I’m pretty happy with the fact that his vision is not 100%. Is that selfish of me?

Maybe I should stop wearing my glasses when I try things on in the dressing room or when I look at pictures of myself. Maybe then I could stop focusing on how long it might take to photoshop my waistline or slim down my arms.

Honestly? I really shouldn’t complain. I look good for just having a baby. All right, so he’s nearly seven months old, but still…he doesn’t care what I look like. He likes my big butt, too.

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