That's me and my little sister --Â she's my biggest supporter!
I will never forget the first time I realized my butt was, um, larger, than all my friends. I was in the first grade and I was wearing my favorite outfit -- black stretchy pants, a magenta long-sleeve shirt, and my L.A. Lights sneakers. I was walking in line back to class from lunch and all of a sudden I heard this mean girl go, "Look at her butt! Look how it jiggles!" I turned around to see who everyone was talking about... and I realized it was me. The whole class was pointing and laughing at me.
I didn't know what to do: Do I tell the teacher? Do I cry? Do I laugh along with them? Do I not say anything at all? I opted not to say anything, but deep inside I was hurting. I wanted to go home and cry to my mom, but to this day, I don't think I've ever told anyone this story.
I've always struggled with the size of my butt -- whether it was trying on jeans, finding the perfect prom dress, or being self-conscious whenever I walk in front of someone. Even now I always wonder while walking on the street, "I hope people aren't staring at my butt."
Now that I'm older, I've learned to accept my butt and all its largeness. I'm 100% Italian -- we're curvy girls! Yes, there are times when I still get self conscious when I look in the mirror, but I know that there is nothing I can do about it. If you don't love my butt, then you don't love me!
--Associate Editor Kim Messina