My BUTT & Nike especially for YOU

2011 remake of the original ad featured bellow in the post

I am probably a thousand year "behind the apes", but I only discovered the great collection of these courageous and gorgeous Nike ads yesterday targeting women. Since that moment I knew this is something I have to share and write about (and not only because they include hot pink). I do 100 % agree with them.  Featuring real women with love for the sports and their strong sporty bodies. They are so beautiful! This post has special dedication for YOU, this is the way I am, give it some thought :-) Click on the posters for full size and I transcribed the text bellow if you want to copy it in a motivational corner of your PC/phone, print it out ... feel free to share your mantras in the comments bellow.

My BUTT is big 

and round like the letter C 

and then thousand lunges 

have made it rounder

but not smaller 

and that's just fine.

It's a space heater

for my side of the bed

it's my ambassador 

to those who walk behind me

it's a border collie

that herds skinny women

away from the best deals 

at clothing sales.

My butt is big 

and that's just fine

and those who might scorn it 

are invited to kiss it.

My HIPS return to puberty 

when I'm in the dance class.

Music affects them like hormones 

making them crazy 

and spontaneous 

and optimistic 

and prone to drama

and I don't understand them 

and sometimes they 

don't understand themselves.

When the music stops 

they're still charged

don't touch me 

sparks will fly.

I have THUNDER THIGHS.

And that's a compliment

because they are strong

and toned

and muscular

and though they are unwelcome

in the petite section

they are cheered on in marathons.

Fifty years from no

I'll bounce a grandchild on my thunder thighs

and then I'll go out for a run.

My SHOULDERS aren't dainty

or proportional to my hips

some say they are like a man's.

I say, leave men out of it.

They are mine.

I made them

in a swimming pool

then I went to yoga

and made my arms.

My KNEES are tomboys.

They get bruised and cut

every time I play soccer.

I'm proud of them

and wear my dresses short.

My mother worries

I will never marry

with knees like that.

But I know

there's someone out there

who will say to me:

I love you

and I love your knees

I want the four of us

to grow old together.

My LEGS were once two hairy sticks

that weren't very good at jump rope

but by the time I reached the age of algebra

they had come into their own

and now in spin class

they are revered.

Envied for their strength

honored for their beauty

hairless for the most part

except that place the razor misses

just behind the ankles.