So here’s the thing. I debated doing this post for weeks. I mean - I really went back and forth. I didn’t want to hurt or offend anyone. I don't want to hurt or offend anyone. Ever. But then I realized that simply being me is offensive to someone. lol. So – to avoid that completely is an impossibility. (And would lead to a rather lame-o existence.)
So here I am.
Being all bold about booty shorts. Wellllll - sorta. In all honesty, this is one of those times I have forced myself to step outside of my comfort zone, regardless of my fears. Wish me luck, eh? Here I go.
Now before I really dive in (notice I'm stalling... with good intention though), I have a few disclaimers about this topic. If you knew me in high school, you likely saw me rock some pretty rad daisy dukes. (I must confess) But here's the thing:
1) I did not have a relationship with God then. How that translates: I didn't give a hoot about modesty or have any clue what it really was. (Other than something "overly religious" or cooky, Amish people did.) Not even on my radar. Not even a teeny bit.
2) My daisy’s from high school (circa the mid and late 1990’s) would make today’s version look like straight up panties. Though mine were short and teeny tiny (oh to be a size 2 again!!), they still COVERED my behind. Fully. They did not show that spot where my booty connects to my upper hammy. Oh no. I don’t think they even made those kind of shorts back then.
3) What you are about to read may come off harsh, but know it comes from a place of pure, genuine, mushy-gushy love. That’s a promise. I wish someone would have had this convo with me way back when.
So now that we've gotten those little humps (no pun intended!) out of the way, let’s move on.
I’ll be honest - I am so all about that base. I mean, I do love my booty and my legs, and I like to wear things that flatter them. To be frank – I think we should all wear attire that flatters our assets.
That’s a given. But... There is a line. There is always a line.
There’s this expression I heard years ago that I’m beginning to think has become obsolete. It’s one I love and live by: "Leave a little something to the imagination."
Yes. Leave something HIDDEN.
You can still look amazing, fashionable, trendy, and even sexy, without revealing the whole kit and caboodle my loves. You can. You precious tweens, teens and young 20 something’s with your perfect skin, your zero cellulite and your minuscule stretch marks --- I’m talking to you.
I love you, I do. You keep me young, hip and fresh. And I love that.
But now let me share something with you: just because you’ve got it, doesn’t mean we all need to see it. In fact, there are some things we shouldn’t see. So you know that spot I referred to earlier? The spot where your upper hammy connects with your booty (aka: your butt cheek)? We should NOT see that.
Nope. Not even a little.
I know you like to show off your pretty legs in those shorty-short shorts, and believe me, I do too – but here’s something fancy: you CAN wear shorties, that show off your cuteness, your beauty, your fashion-sense, your bomb figure and your overall amazingness - but don’t show everything. Trust me.
IT. IS. POSSIBLE.
Try it. (You might just start a new trend.)
And… STOP. Stop believing the lie. The lie that we all succumb to. The lie that in order to be beautiful and desirable we have to show it all. Because that’s just what it is: a LIE. One that I fell prey to for WAY too long.
My darling: You are more beautiful and worthy and wonderful than you could ever fathom. I promise you - you have no idea how lovely you really are. You are treasured. Fought for. Valued. Dearly loved. Enough.
You are the daughter of a King!
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”