I am developing an ass. Those of you born with asses cannot relate, I know, but you must understand that my genetic material did not predispose me to a booty. We are a flat-butted people, and it takes a lot of exercise to change that reality. When I got out of the hospital and caught a glimpse of my rearend in a mirror as I was getting dressed, it was a shock - I had a severe case of Old Lady Flat Ass happening back there - you know, when the butt develops sideways and gets wider, but is as flat as can be when viewed in profile. It is, IMHO, possibly the worst sort of ass to have and mine was truly horrific, thank God I was still on drugs then and too mind-altered to be very upset. I just made a note of it and vowed that going to the gym would fix it. After nearly 60 miles of elliptical trainer and treadmill, things have perked up back there. J Lo is not losing any sleep over my modest behind development but I am very pleased to see it, because most articles of clothing expect something back there, they tend to fit better that way. The seat of my current comfy jeans is still sagging, because the miles of exercise have trimmed my hips and thighs (but nothing else - must add serious weight training). It motivates me to get some new jeans very soon, or start wearing a t-shirt: "It's only the jeans that sag like that - honest!" When one is in one's late 40s the observer can never be sure, and I don't want to scare people.
Next target - depressingly jiggly lower abdomen. One problem area at a time.