In the pursuit of loosing my butt, to whom I have a love hate relationship with, I have

decided that happiness isn't in the position of my butt, but the disposition of it..

Simply said, if not for my butt how would I

have carried my children on Pre-K field trips

when their feet wore out?

How would my friends know in 8th grade I

had the new pair of Jordache jeans if

I had a flat butt..huh!

And I have been in some pretty swanky places

cause my butt was invited!

I have tried to hide it, tuck it, starve it

everything but carve it.. but it won't let me go.

Maybe we belong together..heck I have gotten

used to carrying around like a backpack.

I noticed all the real people with butts and seemed to be

quite happy. To the extent of enhancing their haunches

so that they can sit in swanky places!

How could I be mad at my derriere

when the great bard Sir Mix of Lot penned

an anthem to which

Butts now and forever more are honored!