Lips

I used to be terribly self-conscience about my lips while growing up. I don't have a great memory, but I can recall fairly well the day that I became aware of my big lips.

I was younger and appreciating a variety of physiognomies had yet to hit the fashion industry. One morning, my mother asked me with a little horror in her voice (as I recall) if something was wrong with my mouth? I didn't think so but went to look. My sister replied for me that that's how my lips were. Big. Swollen. Supersized.

From that moment until "ethnic" beauty became part of the mainstream, I was dreadfully and constantly aware of my big, fat lips. Of course, big and fat now equates to full. And now it's my belly that's become big and fat. I feel fairly confident that I can reliably predict that that particular fullness will never be appreciated as beautiful in our times and society.