Dawn Melanie’s BodyBlog

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Let me break from ‘alleged’ singing of MY rendition of a renowned tune to answer the query posed, “(How U) Make Me Feel Like a Man Should Make a Woman (Feel)?”

 Answer, ” Criticize her gluteus maximus.”  That should do the trick.  Ask my hubby.  A fabulous example occurred this summer at the mall. 
 That afternoon, hubby’s personal thoughts were constantly echoed as we searched for a new pair of jeans.  Contrary to the marquis on the door, my efforts of finding a new pair of jeans with a satisfactory fit and style, proved me anything but “Lucky”.  To expedite the process and since I was familiar with the brand styles, I shared my specific criteria needed for a suitable, successful purchase.  I requested a size 24 Regular length which I knew fit like a charm.  But, as I proceeded with the fitting of a dozen pairs, my hubby and I noted they did not.
 Clearly visible in the 3 way mirror, I knew the culprit whom I had gotten quite familiar with the past year – ACL Reconstructive surgery and the remnants it left behind – atrophy!  My hubby knew what was wrong and flagrantly opined, “Your butt is crooked!”   I egotistically shouted, “I know.  The right cheek is small(er), the right thigh is too.”    It is visually asymmetrical, yet proportionate to my waist (double ‘00’) we chuckled.   Two hours later, after trying on several pairs of jeans, we left with a ‘winner’- me.