
this is a woman's booty.
it doesn't explode off my back.
it won't balance your drink. use the bar you bastard.
it ain't allllllllllllllllll that gahd damnnnnnnnn take out your camera phone and videotape it-worthy. but it's still nice.
it had its glory days. sophmore year it had a mind of its own.
junior year? twas ample.
but now that my diet is free of 2am pizzas and shitty chinese food
now that i work out once a month (MUST change that)
it's kinda in chill-mode.
there was a time when i was concerned with what guys thought about it
then i became a lil jaded.
its stardom eclipsed my personality.
trust - it wasn't the baddest on the scene, but i was known for it. that got old.
i got older. my body started to change a lil.
i started wearing womany clothes. leaving more to the imagination. (sometimes)
(if i could show you the jlo jeans i swore by freshman year...you would cry with me)
seducing with my eyes instead of a sashay. shit works.
i'm so much more confident in a cowl neck sweater and jeans than in something hooch. how much does THAT say?
all of the sudden...i'm loving my body again.
whats your favorite part? (of yours!)