The saddest part? I didn’t see how things could ever be different. My hips weren’t going anywhere, and I assumed that I’d always hate them – that being comfortable in the world would always mean being pretty uncomfortable with my body. But then something happened: I stepped outside the mainstream, just a little. I took up yoga, hip-hop and modern dance, putting my years of ballet training to use in a place where my hips were an asset instead of a shameful flaw. I cultivated a taste for classic movies, where classic beauties flaunted their curves without shame. I bought vintage clothes from the 1950s – back when my petite frame and small waist was a dressmaker’s dream – and twirled in front of the mirror, finally seeing my curvy lower half in a different light.
This isn’t to say that I never have days where I pound on my outer thighs with a frustrated fist and growl at them for being so damn wide – even with mature confidence to match my mature curves, shopping for jeans can still be a real pain in the pelvis. But then I remember what I’ve got: a closet full of incredible vintage duds, a seriously committed yoga practice, and a husband (yup! Someone awesome wanted to marry these hips!) who thinks that my “child-bearing” figure is sexy as hell for reasons that have nothing to do with reproduction.
Which means that narrow beauty standards and body insecurity can kiss my oh-so-womanly ass.
Do you have wide hips or trouble fitting into jeans? Tell me all about it in the comments!