She let the heavy red velvet drape fall behind her and undressed. Wiggling her hips side to side, she tried on pink cheeky underwear. She pulled the glittery lace camisole overhead but it got stuck right around her breasts. She wiggled and waggled. She yanked down the right side. One boob was in, one boob was out. Now, just one more. And there, the other boob was in.
In the mirror’s reflection, she saw her big belly. She turned to the side and cottage cheese cellulite bubbled along her thighs. Butt bulge and back rolls. Oh, there was that feeling again.
She wiggled and waggled out of the delicate lace. She ran out of the store and straight into her car. Tears came so strong that her body shook. But within that shake, she remembered. Every single bulge had its trials, every roll its initiation, every cottage cheese dimple its ordeal and they all made her who she was. One bit less of cellulite and she wouldn’t have recognized her soul’s true journey. And in that moment, the dressing room story of the cellulite shattered and a new story was born: cellulite dressed in the sexiest lingerie ever seen.