Hips Don’t Lie
Back when I was a teenager and uncomfortable in my skin, a strange thing happened.
I woke up one day and my clothes wouldn’t fit; it happened almost overnight.
Next thing I knew I was being referred to as the ‘chubby girl’ (but not necessarily in a bad or negative way)
One day a family friend I hadn’t seen in a long time, took one look at me and declared that I had ‘child bearing hips’.
I didn’t really know exactly what ‘child bearing hips’ were then, but the way she said it, I knew I didn’t want (and shouldn’t have) child bearing hips.
Later on that night, after we’d all had dinner, the family friend called me into the room where the adults had gathered.
I stood there, and while she had everyone’s attention she reiterated her theory about my ‘child bearing hips’
After close inspection of said hips, most of the adults agreed with her.
Alone in my room that night, I cried – I was such a gentle and introverted soul back then.
Outfit Details: Shirt – Joe Fresh, Skinnies – H&M, Shoes – Modern Vintage, Umbrella – Coach
Confidence, self-acceptance, positive body image… these are traits that comes with age.
And as the years have passed, I’ve not only come to accept them; I’ve grown quite fond of my ‘child bearing hips’.
