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Notably, this shift has become more pronounced as those features have begun appearing on white women (through medical enhancements or otherwise): full lips, shapely hips, small waists, tan skin, laid edges, and, of course, a big fat ass. Over the last decade, beauty standards have steadily changed: The physical characteristics of women of color are now a source of envy, a contrast to the waifish white supermodels who have arguably created a few generations’ worth of unattainable body goals. Any midsize to plus-size person knows that if you’re raised in a culture that values thinness above all else, and that thinness is not in the cards for you, then you can always focus your obsession on whether you have a nice-sized butt. My butt has always been a focus of my workouts and my vanity. (Honestly, I haven’t even heard of anyone making resolutions in the last few weeks a couple friends were attempting Dry January, but a failed coup within the first week of the year really knocked that out of people right quick.) So, since I’m not setting any new goals, I’ve decided to spend 2021 developing a profound anxiety over the quality - and quantity? - of my butt. But considering the year we had in 2020, it’s best not to make too many plans, namely ones rooted in self-improvement. Most Januaries are spent silently making, and then breaking, New Year’s resolutions.
