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I’ve a sophisticated relationship with my ass. After I was a Black lady rising up in a majority-white, middle-class milieu in Northern California within the Seventies and Nineteen Eighties, there have been requirements of magnificence that didn’t embrace a butt that rode excessive on the legs and protruded outward. I used to be so self-conscious about my ass that within the 105-degree Central Valley summers, I’d skulk across the group pool in my bathing swimsuit with my hips tucked ahead, tilted up and beneath to decrease my butt’s apparent ampleness to everybody round me.

As I obtained older and “massive” butts—learn: “ethnic”—grew to become not simply extra acceptable however downright fascinating, my consternation in regards to the measurement and form of my rear abated considerably, although not solely. That milieu I grew up in was replicated in school circles after which in skilled ones, which is to say that for many of my grownup life, I used to be surrounded by white guys whose concepts of what constitutes feminine magnificence concerned ladies who have been rather a lot whiter and skinnier than I’m. I stop tucking my butt; I didn’t attempt to make myself bodily smaller, however I used to be nonetheless embarrassed by it, and by my plus-size physique. More often than not I refused to put on garments which may draw consideration to my curves in any manner, form, or kind.

And now? Most of these curves are gone. This previous January I made a decision to go on one of many new, much-discussed “miracle” weight reduction medicine—the one known as Mounjaro—and, over the course of 4 months, misplaced a staggering quantity of weight: about 40 kilos. (My physician stated I used to be a “mannequin” affected person, a praise that I’m not precisely positive is the type I used to be searching for.) However with the additional weight, most of which was concentrated within the center a part of my physique, muscle mass was additionally fast to go, regardless of my every day mountaineering routine. Which meant: bye-bye butt. What’s left is what some name a again with a crack. It’s what I name a goddamn disgrace.

I assumed I used to be alone in my frustration till, midway by means of penning this piece, I obtained the (apparent) thought to kind the phrases “Mounjaro butt” and “Ozempic butt” into Google. (Ozempic is the identify for essentially the most widely-used of the medicines on this class of medicine.) Lo and behold: There have been outcomes! Numerous them! A June 2023 article within the New York Publish known as “Ozempic butt” a “weird aspect impact” of the burden loss drug, likening the looks of some customers’ asses to that of a pancake. (That is an apt description.) Prevention and Ladies’s Well being magazines additionally printed tales in the summertime mentioning that complaints in regards to the ass-effects of those weight reduction medicine have skyrocketed, and have even gone viral on TikTok.

And it doesn’t assist that I’m now on the half-century mark. As one physician interviewed by Prevention put it, “Older sufferers have much less capability for producing new collagen and elastic fibers, so they’re at a better threat” of sagging pores and skin. That is related to my butt. It will additionally clarify what’s occurring with my underarms.

I didn’t join this. After I started Mounjaro I used to be effectively conscious of “Ozempic face,” a time period coined to explain, because the New York Instances calls it, the “facial ageing” that may happen alongside the burden loss that accompanies use of those well-liked medicine. And as my so-called weight reduction journey commenced, I started to see proof of it taking place to me, the hollowing out of the areas round my eye sockets and cheeks. Relying on the day, this seemed both good—whats up, cheekbones!—or ghastly. Some mornings I’m positively bowled over by the darkish circles I discover beneath my eyes once I look within the mirror for the primary time.

I used to be additionally horrified to see that the pores and skin beneath my face had begun to sag: The velocity at which the Mounjaro-assisted weight reduction occurred loosened up the pores and skin beneath my chin—giving me a dreaded chicken-neck look about 10 years too quickly. (If I had more cash I’d most likely resort to cosmetic surgery to repair it.) I didn’t understand how unhealthy it was till a number of weeks in the past once I appeared on a video chat for a well-liked digital present. I didn’t place my laptop computer excessive sufficient to guarantee that the digital camera can be angled down, not up, at my face; the end result was a wince-inducing shot of my neck. It’s the form of factor {that a} single girl like me hopes no potential suitor ever sees.

Most days, the pluses outweigh the minuses: The way in which I really feel in my physique, and in my garments, has made me way more assured, and I’ve reached a weight that is sensible for me. I’ve additionally in the reduction of on my dosage, and the dosing itself: I now take Mounjaro at a decrease milligram quantity, and I take it much less typically—as soon as each two weeks as a substitute of as soon as each week—to maintain my weight secure. (I’ve heard horror tales about how simply some folks achieve the burden again.)

Even so, I really feel unhealthy about my butt. That ample—I’d truly say “massive”—ass of mine has withered away to just about nothing, and I’m unsure what to do about it apart from embark on a vigorous routine of squats and weights within the hopes that some semblance of form will return. Generally I attain again to seize my ass to think about what it will really feel like within the arms of a person and I wince: Whereas it was as soon as comfortable however agency, it’s now simply … comfortable. Diminished. Droopy. Deflated. Unalluring and never horny in any respect. Paradoxically, despite the fact that it, and my thighs, are a lot smaller, and I can ostensibly match into outfits I’ve saved from my skinnier days—like that horny silk Daryl Okay jumpsuit with the zipper working up the entrance—I’m nonetheless sporting free, saggy garments with a purpose to disguise my physique; on this case, my sq., flat, SpongeBob-like butt.

As for my face, effectively, as Catherine Deneuve reportedly as soon as stated, “At a sure age, you must select between your face and your ass.” Till lately, I used to be fortunate, even at that “sure age,” and regardless of being chubby, to have each a youthful visage and a curvy butt. However it seems that for me, at the least with regard to my choice to take a robust weight reduction drug, I didn’t actually have a Deneuvian alternative in any respect. And that sucks ass.