Confession: I came into this world with big hips and they’re still here. Everywhere I go, they get there before I do.
While I spent most of my life hiding these unwanted curves, I despised girls with thin legs, who could wear short dainty dresses without wearing anything that minimizes their teeny-tiny, deflated baby-bearing upper leg balloons.
Now I am finally becoming friends with these guys. I just can’t continue to whine about em; I must shape up. These hips don’t lie—they’re currently saying, “Stop eating Spam. Or else.”