P.S. Another miracle cure: Lucille Clifton's "Homage to my Hips"!
Hi Loryn, I've got the flip side for you. I was the only white girl in an all black school until I got into jr. high and I *hated* my hair, because it couldn't do all the amazing things (like stay in braids without rubber bands) my friends' hair could. Body hatred goes along with being an adolescent girl pretty much, doesn't it, but my Greek/Russian heritage meant that I've always had a generously sized rear end, too. (The skinny white girls' skinny white ancestors were all from northern Europe, I think!) But I will *always* be grateful for the day (when I was already in college) that one of my co-workers at a cafe who was Black told me I had nothing to worry about, I was "built like a sister." That's the first time I ever thought having a waist two sizes smaller than my behind might be sexy. Or at least ok! Not long after that I stopped wearing huge t-shirts over my jeans, and, er, I haven't looked back.