FUPA

As young children we are told not to stare at others who may look well odd compared to the rest of us. I on the other hand do not agree with that. And I'm not talking about those who are handicapped or have physical disabilities. I am talking about people who dress badly. And I'm not talking about people who wear polka dots with cartoon character tee shirts. I'm talking about those who wear their clothes way too tight and let the world see what they've got. I find this wrong. And I will not be subjected to it anymore. And the main eye violation is the FUPA.

FUPA for all of you who do not know stands for fat upper pussy area. I'm sorry for the vulgarity but in fact I did not come up with this termenology. I assume some man did when he saw a woman with one and was horrified like we all are.

Now a FUPA is not to be confused with camel toe or visible panty line. In fact you can rock one, two or all three at the same time. My former room mate who I shall call Ruth in fact every day would rock all three. She was determined to shove her muffin top into American Eagle size 12 jeans which in reality she should have been shoving that pudge into a Size 16 at the Gap. Not only where her jeans so tight that I along with co-workers every day had to stare at FUPA, Camel Toe and Visible Panty Lines because her pants and jeans were just that tight. It's just wrong. No one wants to see your vagina layed out for all the world to see nor do they want it with an additional fat chub on top. It's just wrong. Just buy a bigger size pant. No one checks out the size tag on the back of your pants. And if you wear the larger pant your belly and vagina will thank you because they are no longer cramped in an uncomfortable, unflattering material. Who wants to be picking front and back wedges all day? No one. Nor does the rest of the public want to view you doing so. So please for the love of the American people buy a bigger pant!

By the end of mine and Ruth's friendship when I was moving out of our apartment I finally told her that she had a FUPA and Camel Toe and to buy a larger jean. She thought I was just being mean when in fact I wasn't I was trying to help her, I was trying to help society from continuing to have to look at her Fupa and for her to potentially find a normal mate. I don't care that she was on the larger size just wear a pant that fits. But I bet you today that even with all my postings on Facebook and blogs about not having FUPA's that rolly polly fun of chub Ruth will continue to rock her AE Size 12 jeans for all the world to see. She and her lover will have to move their FUPA's and MUPA's (Male Upper Penial Area) just to get to one another's gentials for passion. But I am hoping you dear reader will see this and realize you may be rocking a FUPA or Camel toe and realize that me, and the rest of What Not To Wear crew are here to help you and you go and buy a larger pair of pant. If I can just save one person from rocking a Fupa or Camel Toe then I have done my job!