I Luv Cellulite

Okay, that’s a total lie.  I don’t like cellulite at all.  It drives me bonkers and I wish I could eradicate it forever from my derriere and upper thighs.

However, an interesting thought occurred to me as I showered this morning, trying not to hate my body while simultaneously being driven to distraction by the “dimples” that aren’t cute when you’re 36.  (They’re adorable when you’re 6 months, however.)

WHAT IF CELLULITE IS NORMAL?

Dear god.  It’s so simple, isn’t it? 

What if that’s true?  What if our obsession has all been a marketing ploy, a plot by evil snake oil sales people who want us to part with our hard-earned buckaroos in order to smooth out the unsmoothable?

Have we been taken for a collective “ride” for decades?  Are we just perpetuating a myth?  Could it be that cellulite is as natural as breathing, as hair color, as length of earlobes?