“Shawty got a full swag
And she got a fat ass
I can’t let dat ass pass
So gone get dat ass fast
I got so much cash
Baby I keep rats
Baby got swag jack
And baby got back man” Gucci Mane – Fat Ass Lyrics
She was a young, small, beautiful girl. Very happy in her petit form. Every one called her a model. She flaunted and celebrated life in her slimness. To the nursery school she went, fat people were bullied. All sorts of names were thrown at them. Pigs, gluttons, fatso et al. the clothes were even cheap and easy to find by her mother. She was the flower girl and maid to so many events. She played angel in her school plays.
But then she joined a mixed high school and the scale tilted. People in her school had differing tastes. Some fancied those abundantly endowed at certain parts of their bodies and those that are her size. Slim. What they called figure one. The former, figure eight, hour glass and so forth. It was so many a guy’s dream, to have the flyiest girl in school. The one with the biggest assets or the most curling curves. A many African guy’s definition of a sexy woman and many a time associated it with being gashing or squirty. Competition to be noticed was always stiff. Your beauty, attitude and skills had to stand for you. Your body, that one spoke for itself.
From high school, she went to a higher institution of learning which is just as well the entrance to adulthood and it just got worse. From girls in her class to adverts and social media, the girls with curves were always celebrated. They got the most whistlers from men in the club, on the streets, lecturers themselves. Marks were to be given around. Girls in so many music videos were those with the body, the lyrics glorified them. It felt like abandonment. Everywhere, they were given the first choices. And because they had the access to most men, they were the ones with the coolest clothes, latest phones and trends. The body shape field had tilted immensely now. Her skinniness was now being questioned. It was at worst moments attributed to strange diseases. Stereotypes always came up. That small girls had HIV/AIDS, sicklers and many others while the big girls were always thought to be healthy. That, “how could one be having a disease yet still maintain that look? Shaa. Impossible” and the guys went in. It was devastating.
And then came the money makers. The business men who had seen this trend and brought on to the market creams, body pads, operations and pills or women to enhance their bodies did not help the matter any way. In fact, they made it worse. The field turned desperate. Many more and more went for these and soon, the smallest of the girls were getting bigger and were reaping the benefits. More men and sexual advances with the offers they brought with the demands. The bonuses that came with having booties changed a lot of girls’ live. The small ones felt left out. Those who could not afford these felt the world had turned against them. The big booty girls were running the show. With the way they flaunted their curves, the way they dressed, the way they slayed it on social media and the media offers they got to feature in so many media ads. The men adored them, they worshiped the booty. Those who held influence in offices had places offered to the juicy ones. It was that bad. The field could no longer accommodate the small ones. It was a social annihilation. And then the white man has made Samantha and it is the same noticeable thing about it. The booty is voluptuous.
But I only wish they knew that not all men are after the booty but the beauty. Maybe the inner beauty and eventually, everyone has someone who loves them the way they are. I hope our society corrects that. Everyone deserves to be loved the way they appear.