Before Big Booty’s Were Cool

Oh friends…

When I was little, big bootys were not cool. By the time I was 8, I had a shape. I remember my sister (16) and her friends saying “your sister got a shape!” She would tell me “your the ONLY 8 year old with a shape!” She taught me how to model walk and to do the stank girl dance. It’s the dance you do in the club when you know you’re fine but kinda feeling yourself and not dancing with anyone else. I mastered it. I was like entertainment for her and friends. A party trick. The confidence helped me.

I got comments sometimes from adults and teenagers saying loudly in shock “Why is your booty so high on your back like that!?” Or getting checked like “if you look up, your head can rest on your booty!” All of which I just kept a straight face wonder what they were talking about.

I begged my Mom to stop putting me into those matching cotton top and bottoms outfits with the elastic waist bands. The rode up uncomfortably. & I realized that someone asked about my high booty every time I wore them 😩. She, in Mom fashion, thought they were cute. So I had to wear them.

I got the part I wanted in the 5th grade play as a turtle dove. I did NOT however want to wear a white leotard. Yall just don’t understand how much of a little ant I resembled. Big head, tiny body, humongous butt.

I put that outfit on at the house and realized how I looked… I begged her, “Mom I don’t want to go on stage like this! Please! I don’t wanna wear this to school. Everybody is going to be looking at me” she insisted “Nobody is going to be looking at you! You look so cute.” She was wrong. Very wrong. EVERYBODY was looking at me. Well, at my booty. Every – body. A few boys came up to me to say “Sonya! I really like your costume! You look different!” Smh

One summer around 14yrs old, I was riding my bike with my friends approaching the area where the boys would hang out. They were seemingly ALL on the porch, in the yard and around this particular house this day.

I was coming up the hill so I had to stand on my bike. I was wearing royal blue denim shorts and a matching fitted baseball tee. My hair was just pressed with ring curls so I was feeling cute.

Suddenly a commanding voice, Jon Jon to be exact, roared out “DANG!” he stood from the porch pointing towards me. (it was his house) His gaze grabbed the attention of all the other kids as they looked to see what had grabbed his attention. He yelled “THAT GIRL BOOTY SO BIG IT LOOK LIKE SHE WEARING A DIAPER!!!” everyone started screaming in laughter, falling out in hysterics, touching in agreement, cackling. Including my best friend who screamed “It DO!” followed by streaming tears. She couldn’t stop laughing. All my other friends were laughing too. I was thee only one without a smile. I kept a completely straight face.

There are so many more big booty stories but that’s enough for now. Thankfully I grew into it a lot and it became the cool thing to have a booty. So, it worked out in my favor.

Be #BodyPositive whatever you have. Love it.