I borrowed this fierce LBD from my sister, so thanks, sissy! You see, my sisters and I will all agree that we were born without asses (which is weird, because we’re Greek). Our butts are much like ironing boards…flat. Sigh. With this said, I’ve been squatting like it’s hot during my workouts. I’m seeing a minor improvement but have accepted to fact that I’ll never be a Kardashian, which I suppose is a good thing.
Ok, let’s talk about something else because it’s against my religion to dedicate an entire post to the physical properties of my posterior. Wait, it’s not. Whatever. I’m on a bona fide quest for a gorgeous gluteus maximus…so judge! Things could be worse, you know. I could be on a mission for meth. SO THERE.
Anyhoo, I just got back from a short trip to New York (which didn’t help the consistency of my tush, by the way) with the family where we got to explore the City That Never Sleeps with my kids. It was my son’s first time there and he simply couldn’t get over the dizzying lights of Times Square, the endless sea of high-rises and the boundless street meat vendors. Seeing the Big Apple through his eyes was entertaining, to say the least!
Photos by Karla Garcia