I often refer to the mound of flesh that rests on the top of my waist band when I sit down as something that has become accepted as “me” in my world. My excuse for this mound is my two children and their birth which all took place in the last 4 years. Obviously my stomach skin would have been more elastic had I had children 10 years ago but I didn’t, and it isn’t. Either way, as I described this part of me to a girlfriend this past weekend she said “don’t you know the name for that?” I did not. She replied with “MuffinTop”.

It all makes perfect sense to me. I now affectionately call it my banana nut muffin top and I’m happy it has an identity in my life.