My family laughs because when I was high school, I got tired of fighting my hips and the size of my ass, and decided if it was big enough, I might as well hang things on them and shake it. So I started bellydancing. I soon grew to appreciate my rear end and realized it was just apart of who I am, and gave me character. My family is about as white as you can get, but the Duval girls sure have booty. Not sure where it came from, but my entire family (regardless of shape and size) has it. At least I'm not alone!
But my thighs... I never, ever wore shorts until a few years ago. I didn't like how I felt in them, or how I looked in them, for that matter. I was self conscious when I sat down in them. Then I moved to Arizona, and quickly realized that pants in the summertime were just not going to fly here. While running and hiking, the difference between pants and shorts can literally be the difference in life and death, depending on the extremity of the heat, so I just needed to get over it. So I gave in... bought shorts to not only hike in, but run in.
And then, this happened: