I was driving into work on Thursday morning listening to my favorite morning show (because I keep forgetting to put my iPod in my handbag), and heard them talking about what might be this summer’s anthem. I didn’t really put a whole lot of thought or anything into this, until they started talking about the song.

It is supposed to be a song to about women being happy with and proud of their bodies. Immediately, I was “in,” as it were, because I don’t care what you look like, as long as you are happy with who you are. Nobody has the perfect body. Even though many of us strive to, most (if not all) of us feel that we fall short.

I mean, c’mon…We all have something about ourselves we don’t like. Personally? I have more than one something. I don’t really have a butt. Even when I was tipping the scales at obese, I only had a crack in my back. Now I have a crack in my back and small(er) boobs. I can admit what I don’t like about myself, although, my husband will argue with me…and that’s fine. I’m overall happy with the way I look, and that is half the battle.

Ok, so back to this song…

I was happy to still be in the car when they played it, the tune is catchy, and I actually kind of liked it. No, I really liked the tune…Reminded me of my dad and grandparents…and thought her voice was really cool. Then I started REALLY listening to the words…The more I listened? The less happy I was about this song. Why? Here are the video and lyrics:

Because you know I’m all about that bass,
‘Bout that bass ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass

Yeah it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no size 2
But I can shake it, shake it like I’m supposed to do
‘Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
All the right junk in all the right places
I see the magazines working that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
Come on now, make it stop
If you got beauty beauty just raise ’em up
‘Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top
Yeah, my momma she told me don’t worry about your size
She says, boys they like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won’t be no stick thin you silly Barbie doll,
So, if that’s what’s you’re into
Then go ahead and move along!

Because you know I’m all about that bass,
‘Bout that bass ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass

I’m bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches Hey!
No, I’m just playing I know you think you’re fat,
But I’m here to tell you that,
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top!
Yeah, my momma she told me don’t worry about your size
She says, boys they like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won’t be no stick thin you silly Barbie doll,
So, if that’s what’s you’re into
Then go ahead and move along!

Because you know I’m all about that bass,
‘Bout that bass ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass
(x3)

Not even at my heaviest, but hey, got chins, but no booty.

Okay. I get that she (the artist) is attempting to make women feel good about themselves…even IF they are a size 2, or a skinny bitch (yanno, the ones that think that they are fat), but I have a bit of an issue with the bolded text, above.

For starters: boys they like a little more booty to hold at night
So…boys don’t want a flat assed girl, because they (we?) don’t have anything worthwhile to hold at night? Seriously? Someone probably needed to inform my husband of this, because what little ass I have (and it’s more like a gluteus minimus), I worked for (glute bridges and squats), but it still isn’t really an ass. Also, what little ass I DO have? It wasn’t there when he decided he wanted to date and marry me. Whoops. Hey, guys? What say you?

You know I won’t be no stick thin you silly Barbie doll,
So, if that’s what’s you’re into
Then go ahead and move along!
So…If I were to write a song about women taking pride in their bodies and wrote, “You know I won’t be no overweight Cabbage Patch Doll, so if that’s what you’re into, Then go ahead and move along!” you don’t think I would be bitch-slapped for body shaming someone who isn’t thin? You  can cool believe I would be.

Yeah…1987. Totally a skinny bitch.

And let’s talk about skinny bitches, shall we? If I wrote a song and published a video and acknowledged FAT BITCHES, don’t you think my flat ass would be strung up and hung out to dry? You know I would.

Further? skinny bitches Hey!
No, I’m just playing I know you think you’re fat, Ummm, no…Even when I WAS a skinny bitch, I never for a moment thought I was fat. In fact, I was worried because I couldn’t put on weight. (Granted, that was a long time ago, but still…I have friends that are sized ZERO and trying to put on weight, so it isn’t just me…)

Me, thinking I am FAT (NOT), on my second son’s first birthday.

I actually had people asking me if I was SICK. Seriously? I ate and ate and ate, and couldn’t put on weight, so I sure as hell didn’t think I was fat.

So yeah, Meghan Trainor, I get what you’re trying to do. I think you’re incredibly cute, and I appreciate the sentiment (I think) behind the lyrics of your catchy little song, but if I wrote and sang, “Fat bitches, hey, I know you think you’re thin…” don’t you think I’d get my ass (sorry…crack in my back) kicked by someone that thinks it is incredibly uncool to be body-shaming someone that isn’t a size 2? Oh…wait…isn’t that what your song just did to anyone that IS a size two?

Yeah…I thought so. But hey…I give you a 10 for melody…it has a nice beat and it’s something we can dance to.

Until next time…