Thursday, September 06, 2007
I have lost my tush. I have lost 40 lbs, and my tush went with them. Yes, I have returned to the barely-there white woman tush that I used to have.
I lived in Liberia, West Africa, and would often hear "De woman got no bum!" I currently live in the West Indies (on the island of St. Thomas, Virgin Islands) and again, often hear "De woman got no bum!"
And then I blew out my knee in Hurricane Lenny, was in a brace for four months, had two surgeries in 2 years, and put on 40 lbs. Mostly in my hips and belly and tush.
It was a nice tush. Round and firm and shapely. Like a peach. DH loved that tush. I kind of liked it. It filled out pants and dresses, and looked nice. Unfortunately, the tush matched the belly and hips, so I looked like a pear from all angles. But the tush itself was nice.
Now it's gone. And with it, all its friends, those extra fertile hips and the perpetually pregnant looking tummy. Gone.
I don't miss the hips, I kind of like the athletic looking shape I see forming, with broad shoulders and slimmer hips. I remember that shape. I don't miss the tummy, I like having the front looking flatter and flatter.
But I don't like the flat tush. I miss my tush. I mourn the loss of my peach-shaped tush.
"De woman got no bum" is back.