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Whichever nationality you are, some things never change. One of the questions I get asked most of the time, when I am meeting female friends, is “So, does my bum look big in this?”.

My skinny French friends have asked the question, my not-so-skinny other friends have asked it too. I am pretty sure that I must have asked the question to them at some point too. Come to think of it, do you also have the nasty habit to check your bum in the mirror before going to work? Well, I have to admit, guilty as charged.
So, why are we obsessed with the size of our bums? What is wrong with us? I have just recently realised how annoying this habit must be. After all, a bum is just, well, a bum. If you are skinny, it will be skinny. If you are curvy, it will be bigger. And it is not the end of the world, right?

We have different ways to deal with the bum issue. The Brazilian way is to show as much of it as possible. Fat, flat, skinny, peachy, it doesn’t matter. Your swimwear must show at least half of it. I once had to work in Rio De Janeiro (ah, memories) and was surprised to see so many women on the beach, wearing practically nothing as the lower part of their bikini. That said, the bra was definitively there. Weird.

Then, you have the French way. It is called creating a diversion. If you don’t want others to look at your butt, then you must show something else, i.e. your legs, your cleavage, whatever. I believe that’s why so many women (of all ages & shapes) go topless on the beach. See, problem solved.

The Anglo-Saxon way is well, more prudish. You just cover yourself or hide behind huge towels. Granny pants are back in fashion and I am pretty sure that this is why: we women don’t want to show our wobbly bits.

Where does this leave me? Well, I just think that we are ridiculous. We are what we are and shouldn’t care what size we are. Why do we put so much pressure on us? So, please, stop worrying about your shape. Don’t you think that it is time to just be happy and enjoy the present? I do.

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London