Women and of course many men admire J-Lo's butt. When she first came on the scene she was a breath of fresh air. She wasn't hiding anything and yes, her curvy figure is truly breathtaking. The world was now ready to embrace a new kind of body. If only we could embrace more than one type of a body at a time.
Now women are wearing jeans with pads and even getting those pad permanently put in via plastic surgery. Every gym has some sort of cleverly named class like "Tighter Assets". I think this trend has really turned on us. I wonder if J-Lo is tired of talking about her own perfect posterior?
Thanks to finding a balance with T-Tapp and Tracy Anderson's Metamorphosis I'm experiencing my own backside improvements. Yet no matter what I do I will never have a butt like J-Lo nor will many of us. I've admitted in my blogs my own struggle with eating disorders but now I feel I may have a booty disorder. What still trips me up is the belief that if I had double DDs and a J-Lo booty I would have a more active love life. Then again maybe women like J-Lo get tired of stopping traffic or having men look them up and down and everywhere except into their eyes. Do I really want to be objectified?
I have to say I'm as innocent as I am guilty. I have admired the back side of men too. Would I date a man who didn't have a perfect body? Of course! Really in the end its all about personal connection and how you make people feel. Then again having a nice butt can certainly get you in the door.
Another issue I have is that I think its exhausting to follow all these body part trends. One season its all about having arms like Michelle Obama. Then the next season our focus is put on having the most perfect abs. Magazines propel the idea that women need to compete. If a woman has thee perfect measurements then she will be paid more and find true love and happiness. It takes a lot of inner work to change my mind about this. I'm still in the process of it. On those days when I do love myself just as I am it is truly epic. There is a certain peace in knowing that when men are talking to me they are looking into my eyes and definitely not at my butt.