Flexing

Every now and then when I am standing, like while in line at Trader Joe's, for example, I flex my butt cheeks. I mean, why not, right? May as well develop awesome glutes since I have nothing better to do. I had always assumed no one would notice, or, I guess I just hadn't really given a thought to whether people would notice or not.

The other day, I was trying on some tops in a fitting room. It was one of those fitting rooms I love that has a full-length mirror in front, and another diagonally in the back, plus manipulatively dim, yellowish lighting that makes everything look flattering. I tried a top on, and stared at myself in the mirror, trying to discern whether this item would look good outside of the fitting room context, and make a good contribution to my closet, or, more accurately, to my bin of crumpled clothes. While gazing deeply into my eyes and ruminating over this matter, I instinctively flexed my butt cheeks. And oh my fucking God! The lighting was dim, and I hadn't even been looking into the reflection of that back mirror, but there was absolutely nothing subtle about that!

It's so weird to think about how we really have no idea what we look like to other people. But then... is it really worth maintaining decorum to have flabby glutes?