It’s been three years since I’ve blogged about names for badly behaved body parts. You know, muffin tops, dinner plate arms, and cankles.
I just hate it.
Some poor innocent body part that has hitherto escaped public and private scrutiny now discovers that there are standards and its lacking.
Ugh.
What are violin hips? Do you really want to know?
There’s articles about how to recognize them, articles about how to get rid of them, and now articles about reclaiming them in a body positive fashion. I feel old and lucky not even knowing what they are.
Here’s the positive:
“A bunch of body-positive Instagrammers love their “hipdips,” and they want you to love yours, too (if you have them). “Hipdips” or “violin hips” are indentations where your hips meet your thighs. … But no matter what they look like, your hip dips—or violin hips or whatever you want to call them—are totally normal.”
Jun 22, 2017, see more in Self
Last week we were all laughing on Facebook because we couldn’t figure out arm vaginas. Like what they were and whether they were good or bad.
There in various comment threads were very smart women and some men looking at photos of arm pits trying to recognize arm pit vagina and failing.
And in the end I think we all felt a bit silly but also like it didn’t matter at all.
I’m thinking this is one of the advantages of being in midlife. I’m not up on the cool lingo. That’s true. I had to ask my son today what “hundo p” meant. (One hundred percent, obviously.)
But the upside is that I’m no longer in the loop about badly behaved body parts. That suits me just fine.
I confess that is occasionally tempted to try and create one. Write a post about it. “Worried about potato knees?” But that would be cruel if it worked so I won’t.
