When Bubba Sparxxx sang about Ms. New Booty several years ago he had no idea that years later women would take the words so literally. Last year we saw an explosion in ‘new’ booty with the emergence of Nicki Minaj, Angel Lola Luv and the like. Women everywhere were in pursuit of ‘new’ booty as if it was the difference between life and death, and in some cases it was. We saw a rise in deaths of women, desperate for the curves God left out of his design, who risked their lives to have silicone, cement and other dangerous toxins injected into their behinds.
Of course we all want to stand in front of a mirror and feel sexy and shapely, but this obsession with the junk in our trunk is literally killing us. From taking out loans and mortgaging houses to lying on tables in dirty hotel rooms women are doing any and everything to achieve booty perfection…but it doesn’t truly exist. The Nicki Minaj doubles of the world may appear to have booty rocking everywhere, but more often than not it’s a visual illusion and in some cases unhealthy as well. Many women who chase the booty claim they do it because they want to enhance curves or increase potential ‘business’ opportunities, but one of the main reasons they do it is to feel better about themselves. And it’s the feeling better about themselves part that saddens me. Why are you unhappy with your looks simply because you don’t look like an out of proportion blow up doll? Why does your booty or lack there of determine your value and self worth?
For 2012 I think we need to stop celebrating false facades and start celebrating the real. We need to take hard looks in the mirror and start loving what’s already there. We need to bring back Ms. Real Booty! Instead of plastic surgeries and back alley injections we need to eat smart, live well and hit those squats so that our booties, no matter the shape and size, are something we can be proud of. Nicki Minaj may look great, but allegedly, anyone can look like her, and I’m sorry, but I only want to be and look like me. This booty I’m rocking is 100% natural, homegrown and nobody but me can have it…and I’m damn proud of it!