
Yesterday morning as I was dressing up for the day, I spotted my buttocks in the mirror. Somehow, I felt compelled to stop and look. Suddenly I had this realization. I am already aware, but once again had to be reminded that, “Toto, you are no longer looking at Beyonce’s butt.” Though that was not the realization. I realized as I was inspecting my behind, how crude it would be to expose it to others, to show it to men who are not my husband, or to the world. And yet, famous women deliberately do it.
Perhaps if mine were nice-looking, would I not want to show them off too? And for money? We are not talking about seeing people’s rears in a public pool or the beach. That’s just the norm in those places and generally, no one pays attention. I’m talking about posing in front of a professional’s camera to flaunt one’s buttocks in exchange for a talent fee.
Like what talent? And who pays for it? And for whom?
What I realized is there is just something very indecent about it. Some of us may have already grasped that idea, but this morning’s realization is a personal one. It’s like matters pertaining to cleavage and women’s breasts. Three infants extracted milk from mine. And looking at my sagging breasts, these female anatomical parts should really not be objects of sexual desires (at least not for other men). What they are is a source of life-giving food for little humans. It was the same realization I had a few years ago when I wrote about women purposely displaying their cleavage in public. Maybe there’s something I do not know, or I do not get.
You can try this if you wish. Lock the door behind you and in front of a mirror, pull down your pants or lift up your skirt. Examine how your buttocks look like and ask yourself, “Would I be willing to expose them for the world to see?” You may not have the same epiphany as I had but try it anyway. Feel free to share your findings.