Bulging area found on large older women between the waist and the genital area. Not quite a gut, not quite a cunt… The Gunt
Seriously, what the hell am I meant to do with this thing?
Ok, yes my body did an amazing thing – twice, especially considering all the other crap it has to deal with. But come on Mother Nature did you have to develop something that trashes my previous wardrobe.
I’m never going to be a style icon and I’m absolutely ok with that. In autumn I basically dress like Jessica Jones.
I’m now aware of why high waisted jeans exist, to keep the gunt in. Although, I then have this delightful bulge at the bottom.
Decent size boobs, defined waist, muffin top, gunt covered with stretch marks galore, scars from 2 c-sections and an appendectomy that all happened with 2 years, and pubes wandering without purpose.
Don’t forget the joys of hoiking it up to shave said rogue pubes and the importance of washing and drying properly so you don’t get any festering.
Gosh, it’s sexy.
My husband obviously says he still finds me sexy. I obviously think he’s lying. We still maintain a fairly consistent and good sex life, despite two small sleep thieves and work, but I can’t cope on top having my gunt slapping and flapping away in his face.
I’m sure if I found the time to exercise it might reduce and maybe go. I doubt it will ever go, so I have to figure out how to live with it, how to dress it and come to terms with it.
I’ve always struggled with my body image and frack I wish I was as fat now, as when I thought I was fat. But unfortunately I’ve never appreciated my body apart from my boobs – I always loved my boobs. Which are obviously trashed too after breastfeeding and pumping for two kids.
I’m not one of these women that’s even been empowered by my body, I hate my stretch marks I don’t see them as my tiger stripes. I believe part of my disconnect comes from chronic pain and illness.
I really will look into this further in another post as it’s just set off a load of questions in my head. I need to do research into this to see if it’s a recognised part of chronic pain/illness.
Anyway, I digress. My wardrobe consistents of skinny jeans, longer length tops to cover the gunt, hoodies, and boots in autumn, or trainers/flip flops in summer.
We’re off to the Royal Albert Hall in November for a concert and I have ZERO ideas what to wear.
Please let me know your style tips for dressing the gunt. Please, I’m begging you.
The image comes courtesy of CBeebies their theme tunes kill me and every sentence I say usually drags me back there.
My gunt, my gunt and me.