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Hmmm. I think maybe I understand what those who fess up to a constant, natural "muffin top" are talking about.
At my natural waist line, just above my navel, I've got a fold of flesh that remains there, like a kind of outcrop, even if I'm buck naked. It's the remnant of a roll. Much of it is probably excess skin, just because of the texture, the amount of wrinkling, and its tendency to float when I'm in the tub. There isn't a lot of it, and I've worked very, very hard to reduce it down to this fold, between my daily hour of cardio & my Pilates work, but it stubbornly persists. I have to admit that, every now & then, when I'm in front of a mirror, I grab my flesh there & pull it up tight, just to see what it would look like if I sprang for plastic surgery. And my stomach instantly becomes much better-looking & more defined. (That's a very private behavior, which just occurs when I am alone with a mirror, and I wouldn't fess up to it anywhere but here.) For it to go away completely, I think that's what it would take: Surgery. The alternative, which would be further reduction of my body fat, is a project that makes me weary to contemplate. Weary, and wary, also. I got down to a size 6 before, through cultivating an eating disorder. (In today's vanity sizing, that size 6 probably translates to a zero.) I remember how much that cost me, physically & mentally, and I am just not willing to pay that price again in my time & my energy. The expenditure is too high & the benefit does not scale up accordingly -- I was not that much happier with a perfectly flat stomach than I am now, with that slight remaining fold of flesh. As I recall, once my stomach was flat, I simply shifted my obsession to my butt, and felt deeply dissatisfied with that. If my stomach is flatter than 85% of the women around my age whom I see on the commuter train, can't I settle for that? Notice that I said "my age." Because if I start comparing myself with younger women, I'm pretty much doomed to stewing in a constant state of dissatisfaction, sort of like the Wicked Queen envying Snow White. The thing is, all those TV & advertising images of flat bellies -- and they are pervasive, because, after all, the stomach has been the dominant female erogenous zone for at least the past 15 years -- have done a mindf*&%^$ on me. If I start comparing myself with actresses & celebrities & fitness models, it's as self-defeating as measuring myself against teenagers. So I have to accept the fold & the excess skin for now. The $$ for the surgery (which would create its own set of scars) seems better spent right now for paying down my mortgage & for travel & for a Roth IRA. |
As long as I wear pants that fit I don't have a muffin top. I've had 3 c-sections and have a small pooch above my bikini area (c-section scar is right there too).
Start taking steps to embrace your body....it's the only one you have :) |
Originally Posted by Petite Powerhouse: |
I was looking up "muffin tops" and I noticed that alot of those women were wearing low rise. I firmly believe that if you're soft or fleshy around the hips, low rise is not your friend, even if you're skinny,
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