All praise the Booty!!!

All my life I've had one. Even before I knew what is was. I had a phatty. When I was like 12, dirty old men would look at me on my way to Sunday school and say, "she got a shape just like her Momma" when I would walk by. It was weird. I remember when the boys in my elementary classes would touch my butt and run. Or they would run by and smack me on the ass. Thereby initiating a game of chase. (Which in fact was what they wanted) At this time, I did not understand the power of the booty. I didn't know the allure it held for those enamored with it.
I often felt uncomfortable when I bought jeans that fit my bottom but not my waist. Yall know what I mean, You have to wear a belt or everyone would see your underwear cause your pants stuck out at the waist!....lol. Anyway, I learned to live with it. At some points I wished I could lose weight, so I could shop at the skinny stores. Also, cause it seemed that everything I saw in media indicated that a tiny booty makes you a cutie! So I had to grow into this phatty. You know what I mean. I learned to love the booty. To cherish it. I learned to give it space and to adorn it. ...lol. There are some very beautiful and loving brothers out there who helped to teach me these lessons and skills. Yall know who you are. Once I turned my eyes from the media and connected with what would happen in my neighbor hood, I recalled my childhood days when I would get a drive by smack on the ass by a mischievious 8 year old, who really didn't understand his obsession with my phatty. I would see brothers on the block just stand there and smile at the booty as it walked by. They'd whispher softly, "how u doin?" I don't think they were talking to me. And then there is the classic beep and wave. Even if a brother is on his way somewhere or totally unavailable for anything particular, he will acknowledge the booty on a warm spring day by a beep of his car horn and a wave. Just saying hello. Of course there are the others more exuberant greetings of "daaamn, yo ass is phat" These are a little less welcomed but are still a part of the category, "Phatty worship"
Now, don't get me wrong, I know everybody aint into "maximum gluttious maximus" or "gluttony gluttious", but those who are, I appreciate you. You have helped a sister learn to love the gluttious. When most of the world talks bad about the booty, you are there to hold the booty and love the booty. Where would I be with out you.
After a while, I learned to work in harmony with the gluttious maximus. I took some belly dance classes that taught me to loosen the Po Po. Let the cheeks be free and relaxed when you shake it so that you get the proper reverberation when you dance. I was encouraged to make waves. The more the better. WOW!!! what a difference! I danced! I got comfortable with winding my waist and isolating the movement of the bottom half. I learned to undulate and rotate, swivel and switch, shake, wiggle and jiggle! What a BLAST I had once I got in touch with what it means to have a Phatty! All the time, the truly devoted "phatty worshipers" would praise and cheer me on. Thanks guys, you're the best!
Eventually, I was given opportunity to make this relationship public. Now, granted, I ain't no tiny sister with a little blister for a butt. No sir, I am the full figured, thick thighed sister that most people wish would just stay silent or at least sit still. So when the time came to show off the phatty, my heart raced and adrenaline was pumpin. I was nervous! How would others see this part of me? Will they be comfortable? Will they laugh at me or ridicule me? I'm not sure. But then this particular day was my birthday and I was at an African street festival. My girlfriend put me on blast during a dance exhibition and I was pulled up on stage. So,...... I closed my eyes, .... got connected,..... and let the booty do its thing. Oh, My, GOD! I was scared to death. But, she knew what to do. She mesmerized everyone with her sweet disposition and relaxed manner. She moved with grace and style. She left many brothers with a smile. I was hearing about it for days from people who weren't even there.
There are also populations of people who have a high volume of "phatty worshipers". Many from the continental African community love and adore her. There are also those who are raised in traditional African lifestyles who also love her. It is vital to the development of young African females that they see their voluptuous mothers and grandmothers treated as beautiful and sexy women. And see these same women carry themselves as beautiful and sexy. We must teach our daughters what it means to "Make That Lappa Pop!". It means to work with what you got! Love yo African body, all of it. Enjoy how the music feels in your hips and thighs. There is room for all of us in this spectrum of beauty. Participate and make yo lappa pop!
Since then, I have gotten more comfortable with my relationship to my "phatty". And its so good to be in the presence of brothers and sisters who can appreciate and respect it. To all those singing the praise songs of Phatty worship, rather it be public or private, Thank you. Keep singing, make that lappa pop, make that lappa pop, make that lappa pop!

Much love to Fara Fina Kan for the get down on Saturday and for dropping the love joint for the phat phatty, applebottom sisters of all shapes and sizes.