Thursday, December 01, 2011

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.

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.


  1. Thank you for commenting... I am so loving this, feel free to spread around :)

  2. Nice :) everyone needs his own mantra.....