The Kardashian Curves
For most of my teenage life, I guess you could say I had a pretty . . . voluptuous bottom. But, it wasn't something I really even wanted to think about for the longest time. Throughout my adolescence, I was very closed off and uncomfortable in my own skin. The less attention I could bring to my body, the better. To my demise, I ended up developing a very womanly body in junior high. I'm talking size 32D boobs, somewhat thick thighs, and a plump behind that was only further accentuated by my waist (which forgot to grow with the rest of my body). I was like a teenage version of Kim Kardashian who did not want to be Kim Kardashian. From eighth grade throughout all of high school, I gained a lot of attention because of my proportions — it was never something I got used to or enjoyed. In fact, it made me wish I was skin and bones. I remember googling information about breast reductions and bum liposuction. Friends and family would get upset with me for disliking myself and the attention I gained; I can't recall how many times I heard someone say something along the lines of "Guys like bodies like that." It only made me feel worse; I didn't want attention because my bum was a specific size.
It wasn't until college when I unexpectedly gained more confidence and a stronger will to take control over my body and the image I had of it. I wanted to work toward a body I could be proud of, in hopes that maybe I wouldn't be so put off by others' comments (good or bad). I started doing Pilates and exercising regularly (squats on squats on squats) and watched as my body shape-shifted. I'm proud of my behind now because it's what I'm comfortable with, and it's what I worked for. It's neither big nor small, and I still have my curves. It's not that I have an aversion to big bums — or bottoms of any size, for that matter. It's all about what you are comfortable with. What I'm really trying to say is this: if you love your backside, that's all that matters.
— Sierra Horton, intern