Feeling Better

I was contemplating something today as I sweated away at the gym; walking for miles on the elliptical trainer, and yet going nowhere. I think that women, generally speaking, would be infinitely more content with their bodies, whatever the shape or number on the scale, if only they didn't jiggle.

For example, I have, through no great effort of my own, a blessedly flat stomach for someone with a young child and a slowing metabolism. However, I wouldn't dream of showing it off because, aside from the modesty issue, it wobbles. As a wise lady I once met said, "It's so cute on babies! Why isn't it cute on me?"

And furthermore, is it completely terrible that I love the song Baby Got Back?