Margaret, Margaret, Margaret, why, why, why did you have to write about flat butts??? For two weeks now I have done nothing but notice the flat derrieres of women of a certain age and beyond. This, of course, includes myself. I notice saggy pants just ahead of me in the line at the grocery store. Right away I have to check my own rear in the window reflection. Oh, no! Another pair of pants for the donate bag. I cannot leave my house without trying on, checking out and then changing at least three times. One thing for sure is that going out in sweat pants--well, unless you consider a soggy diaper the height of chic--just don't go there.
Then of course there are the bodacious booties of the college girls and younger women with personal trainers and life long gym memberships sashaying around in their skinny jeans and jeggings. My envy seems lecherous and unseemly.
I should revel in my mature body and the life journey it has brought me. I should appreciate the wisdom that life has taught me. I'll work on that...right after I get back from my shopping trip. I'm of to buy a number of voluminous skirts.