The Year of My Booty’s Existential Crisis: Dorsal Confessionals

My booty has seen happier, less stressful days. Until this year, it’s served its purpose well–cushioned me adequately and frequently from time to time, adjusted to my demands of squeezing into two sizes smaller, resisted from making a complete ass of itself … Continue reading The Year of My Booty’s Existential Crisis: Dorsal Confessionals