Mom Jeans & FUPA
The first time someone commented on my photo and said “FUPA!” I had to google what it meant.
Fat. Upper. P*ssy. Area.
Now, quick history - this wasn’t a new shame for me. I had targeted hate towards my body for my lower stomach area for so long that I actually don’t recall when it began.
But now, it had a name.
Because now, they gave it name.
This intimate fear and shame, they named it.
And threw it back at me.
Another NORMAL thing that a woman can experience, weaponized against her.
I had to make a choice.
Will this word define me? No.
Will this word change me? No.
So why give it any power over me?
And on with life we go.
IN MY HIGH RISE MOM JEANS
