Not too long ago, I walked out of the shower past the bathroom mirrors and stopped dead in my tracks, aghast at what followed me in the mirror. I blurted aloud, "Whose @ss is that? Whose @SS is that...because I know it ain't mine?!" And then, folks, yes, I did the unthinkable. I rotated my body further so that my rear-end now faced the mirror square-on, and then...I clenched those cheeks. Ohhhh, the HORROR. Somehow, overnight, my once-perky, atypically (for Asians at least) round and buoyant Benita Applebum had dropped a couple inches. And when I clenched, dimples that would've been so … [Read more...]