own it.

thanks bey. i always know you got me. xo.

i own who i am. i'm proud to be a goofball. i'm fine when people call me weird and awkward. i like it. i entertain myself all day long. i'm my own biggest fan. (as well as my biggest critic, but nobody wants to know about my personal issues. do they?)
ALSO. i own and LOVE my big, bodacious booty it makes me who i am. (i have a funny-ish LONG story.)

so yesterday we had team pictures. and i was sitting outside with Kami and we were just waiting and talkin when Chad walks up. He starts some small talk and then randomly asks me if i'm going to wear the shorts for the team picture.
SIDENOTE! our team uniforms consist of a typical razorback top and teeny tiny booty hugging spanx. again. like i said. i have a BIG. BODACIOUS. ROUND. Backside. like my nickname was Big Booty Judy in high school. and everyone aweomes "i like bug butts" is my anthem. yea. no. also.
it's massive y'all. not jiggly. or gross. but HEEE-YOUUU-JUH. genetics is a beast.
back to the story. as i always say when chad makes this joke (yes it's a joke, because he asks me all the time and he knows the answer.) NO! i won't. because ain't nobody can be handlin my J-Lo booty in teeny tiny spandex. sorry. maybe if i lost 15 pounds it would shrink a bit. but until then. it's a no. then i went on a mini tirade (half jokingly) of how my legs and butt are never gonna look like all the other girls'. i'm not built like that. it's really not possible. even at my skinniest i had the looks of a body builder. it's who i am. and Chad goes. "don't worry marls. we like who you are" that made me happier cuz i was on the verge of being pissed.  but then my assistant coach, burke, says something along the lines of "none of the guys would be happy if they didn't have that to look at." then i was flustered and i play hit him and chad. and chad starts going on about nationals. basically he said that at nationals while i was jumping (i wear capri/knee length spandex when i compete) he saw herds of males walking by that would stop mid conversation to to stare. or the guys that were doing drills would just stop and gawk. (i wish he was exaggerating, but chad doesn't make stuff up)
 insert song : "all i want fo my birfday is a big booty hoe" (cover eyes, shakes head)
i was dumbfounded.. like are you serious? i seriously never notice that. i'm so oblivious  and i am. i'm so oblivious to the attention that my butt brings. like she's havin a party back there and i'm just living my own life... chad asked if i remembered when he turned me away from the crowd to talk to me. and i said yeaaa. and he goes. "yep that's so the boys could focus and get back to work." again. face in palm.
i don't believe this.

lol. at my life.
-M
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