I have myself a big butt.
The good kind, if I do say so myself. Not just a wide butt, but a full, round, grab onto it butt. The kind of butt that gets double-takes in the grocery aisle (mainly because I wear my pants so tight I can’t bend over-seriously). It’s the kind of butt that would make any white girl proud.
There’s a common myth about us white girls, people. WE HAVE BUTTS!!! Granted, some of us do not, (I feel sorry for those poor gals) but when you see a white girl who has a lot of business goin’ on back there, don’t be shocked. Embrace it. We can pack the booty around just as good as anyone else. And we like it when you stare. Really, we do. We know it’s there. We know our pants are tight. We are putting ourselves on display.
Just don’t touch. Nuh-uh. Like all badonky women out there, there is a velvet rope around our sweet full derrieres. Gaze at the beauty that is ours all you like, but keep your hands to yourselves.
And keep the rude comments to yourselves. Show some respect.
I’m glad I have a big butt. I don’t have a lot happening in the front, I know when I walk OUT of a room I get noticed. A girl likes to have her curves somewhere.
I have to thank my daddy for it- all us girls get the big butt from him and his side. We embrace our bubbly booties with pants so friggin tight it’s a miraculous wonder our pants don’t just split from all the strain.
Actually, mine have. TWICE.
Mind you, otherwise I am a thin girl. I’m less than 5 feet tall and would be mistaken for a 12 year old boy if it weren’t for the luscious buttness I possess.
You bet your sweet ass I’m going to work with what I got. I’ll be swinging that big bum of mine around until the day I die.
I don’t truly understand the meaning of the term “white girl butt”. After all, I AM a white girl, and I have a white girl butt, far as I know. I didn’t steal my anatomy from anybody else.
Flat, non-existent butts don’t have a race. They pick their targets indiscriminately.
I don’t feel that sorry for flat-butt girls, though. They seem to be well-endowed in the chestal region. It’s like we all need to give a little, share some of our curviness with each other so we all even out.
Oh well. Maybe we’re designed that way so we don’t give the boys heart attacks gaping at us while we’re coming AND going.
To you girls who happen to be lushly curvaceous from the front AND the back you got it GOOD.
But so do we.
I’ll settle for having one giant butt. That’s enough endowment for me.