The Glory and the Wonder

…of my butt. Yes, my butt is becoming a thing of majesty. An asstacular spectacle of such beauty as to make the strong weep from the sight of it. A derriere of distinction, a rump of renown, the buttocks of bliss; my ass is becoming a national treasure.

When I run, I feel parts of me bounce that I’m not used to bouncing. Not just my butt and my chest, but my thighs as well. They’re thicker, fleshier. They look like a woman’s legs. There’s no deeper point here. I just really, really like my butt and the legs it is attached to.