Mine does, all of a sudden, at age 41. Not that it was so high and mighty to begin with, but at least until recently there was no overhang. In fact, my butt was one of the few body parts I didn’t angst over, probably because it was behind me so I never really looked at it.But those days are gone.
When I was in summer camp back in ’79 or so, my bunkmate Liz–can’t remember her last name, but she was awesome–had huge boobs. None of the rest of us did. We were 12. She introduced us to the pencil test. For those unfamiliar, you take a pencil and you put it under your boob and if it stays up, you’re in sagville or headed there fast.
I am now going to try this with my butt. Stay tuned.
[Music from Jeopardy playing]
Good news! The pencil wouldn’t stay up. But there’s no escaping that I can now feel my butt on the back of my thighs like I couldn’t just a year ago. Chafing is inevitable. Just another joy of being 41.
September 3, 2008 at 8:57 pm
I LOVE the headline on this post. You are HI-LARIOUS.
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September 20, 2008 at 9:12 pm
yeah, i feel your pain. sometimes, if i am paying close enough attention or am PMSing, i can even FEEL my butt following me. and god forbid i run! the thing feels like a bag of clay attached to my back. even my KNEES feel like they sag, and when i do a down-dog, i have GOT to close my eyes if i am (due to a lapse of judgment or the awful GA heat) wearing shorts — my thighs are THAT UGLY.
i am thin but unfortunately i am out o’shape! i have been relying on my “good” genes for far too long (sort of like a smart kid relies on her inherent smarts without even developing the study muscle) and eventually that catches up with you… like, right around now (well, maybe a bit earlier…).