(Hat: Goodwill Shirt, Necklace & Shorts: Plato’s Closet Watch: Nordstrom Rack-Kenneth Cole Belt: Ann Taylor Loft Shoes: HandMeDown-Top Shop)
When I was younger, I never hula hooped. I think I was too busy running and climbing things to stand in one place. It wasn’t until I was much older that I actually attempted to balance a hula hoop around my middle. And as easy as other people made it look, I could not get it to stay up for more than two spins. I was/am flabbergasted. I have birthing hips…a phrase lovingly coined by my mother to mean big hips. Shouldn’t big hips keep a hula hoop up without even trying?! I mean it’s like a built in cheat, but apparently it actually works against me to make me a hula hoop failure. I’ll keep trying, but I can almost guarantee that unless my hips go away (which is impossible unless I shave my bone down…ouch!), I won’t be winning any hula hooping contests at any point in my life.