Sitting down in front of a mirror is not a fun experience for me. I saw….. back fat! Back fat? Yes, back fat. I’ll often pinch it and let out a big sigh. If only there was a way to transfer the fat in my body to places like my hallow chest or my slowly-getting-flat ass. If only I had that ability. Sure, I should start working out and eating right. But, the thought of putting on my runners for a purpose just doesn’t make sense anymore. I try to stand a little more straight… and still there! I try to suck in my gut… and still there!!!! I try to hide it under my bra and guess what… still there! I don’t mind having a gut, but back fat? Why? Where did that come from? Had someone told me 10 years ago that I’d gain a whole bunch of weight I would have dressed a little sluttier. Rather, I wore everything baggy and if it wasn’t baggy it was boring. Dressing like a hoochy is not an option right now. People may run away or hurt their eyes, or run away… faster.I’ll accept it. I’ll pinch it and smile.