My sister and I were born with minimal gluteus maximus areas, a condition that made our lives challenging. We faced ridicule and teasing since grade school, but we found empowerment through twerking. Twerking is not just a dance move; it's a testament to the strength of our spirit and determination.

Twerking has been around for centuries, originating from West African dances like Mapouka in Côte d'Ivoire. It has since evolved into a global phenomenon, embraced by millions across cultures and continents (source: The Guardian). Despite its cultural significance and popularity, twerking is yet to be recognized as an official sport.

The Olympics have always been about celebrating human achievement in all its forms. From gymnastics to synchronized swimming, the games showcase the best of what we can do physically and mentally. Adding twerking as an Olympic sport would not only acknowledge its cultural importance but also provide another platform for athletes worldwide to demonstrate their skills.

We believe it's time for the International Olympic Committee (IOC) to consider including twerking in future games. This would send out a powerful message about inclusivity and diversity in sports while giving people like my sister and me validation for our hard work.

Please join us in this fight by signing this petition today! Let's make history together by getting twerking added as an official Olympic sport!

PS our brother Willis also participates in twerking and is going to be presenting it live at Disney on Ice soon. Thank you for making millions of twerkers dreams come true by signing this petition and sharing it with others today.

They are recommending I write a longer description so here are the lyrics to Notorious B.IG.'s song: 

Uh, uh (uh, come on)
Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right)
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (come on, do it)
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (he, he)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Yeah, I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that, take that, ha ha)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (come on)
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you)
Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (ha)
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes go with Moschino (come on)
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit?
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six
Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast, squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads
Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I'll still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment (uh-uh)
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
"Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement"
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on)
Wreck it, buy a new one
Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with
Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice
So, get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh)
Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin'
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo
Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (slowly)
Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi)
Dick black like Toby (Toby)
Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
Lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe? Show me, homie (say what, homie)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid, uh
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid