A Tale Of Two Asses.

Posted by Tiff in Our freeplaylife | 2 comments

Hi there! Let me introduce you to my ass! It’s the one on the left. My younger sister’s ass is on the right.

I told her all about the spontaneous ass mobbing of facebook/instagram/twitter. (check out the #fplphoto hashtag!) I told her how some people dropped trou and bared ass without a second thought. I told her how some people said they would do that, if only their ass was thinner/less dimply/shapelier/better. I told her how I wished every woman could embrace their ass exactly how it was right now.

“Wouldn’t it be hard? To embrace your own ass? It would be easier if every woman could embrace their friends ass, instead.”

My sister, she’s a smartass.

I told her that tons of women were leaving comments comparing their asses to other people’s asses, and it was stopping them from enjoying their own as much.

“Every ass is different!” I yelled quietly. “You can’t ever have someone else’s ass! All we have is what we’ve got! I mean, look at us! We’re from the same mom and dad, and our asses have always been totally different.” I asked her if we could do an impromptu ass photoshoot and she was all in. “With pants? Or without pants?!” she asked.

My sister, she’s a badass.

BOOM. Here’s her ass. It’s mighty mighty. It once almost gave Golfer a concussion when he was 2. True story. She was trying to show me how to do a mean booty shake, and he inadvertently toddled up right as her ass was in rotation and it knocked him back like an explosion. That’s how powerful it is.

BOOM. Here’s my ass. It’s mighty. It’s never almost given someone a concussion, though. But it’s still awesome! It once ran 13 miles straight! It cushions me when I sit down, and can do some amazing things with a hula hoop!

My sister and I, we used to compare our asses. I was jealous that she could fill out her jeans and have such a bounce in her walk.

She was jealous that mine could hide in clothes and be so petite.

But now, we love what we have. We’ve stopped comparing, because that only leads to malcontent and unhappiness. Plus, it’s kind of insulting to something that works it’s ass off for us. If asses had asses, that is. Anyway, we’re happy that we have healthy, joyful asses. Every ass deserves it’s own dance party, so we danced. We shook our groove things and got DOWN with our bad selves!

Can your ass dance? Can it groove? Does it help get you from place to place? Does it cushion you when you sit? Does it feel when someone slaps it for a job well done?

If so, then you have a mighty fine ass. I hope you love it. I hope you don’t try to hide it or ignore it. I hope you have dance parties for it! And…I hope you show it. Have your own ass photoshoot. Embrace what you have. It’s a part of you, and as such, it’s divine!

Asses up, bitches!

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