In my circle, it stands for Cellulite.

And it gets grouped with other words that cause major seasonal anxiety. Words like, swimsuits, shorts, skirts above the knee, and now unfortunately, sleeveless tops.

Upper arm cellulite? Where the "f" did that come from?

Yesterday I was in the dressing room trying on a sleeveless number when I caught a glimpse of my upper arms in the 3 way mirror. I've always lived with my cellulite ass and over the years as it has spread down my thighs, I've increased the length of my shorts, embraced the sarong at the beach and shapewear-ed my ass like no other and that seems to work for me, but now, my arms?

I exercise, I eat healthy (when sober), I religiously wear my MBT's 20 hours a week and aside from having a gene transplant, I've tried everything-- but it's still here.

That's it. I'm pissed. No more dimming the lights. Who am I kidding? I'm going to embrace the "C" because it screams "I AM A WOMAN" and I am going to spin a positive.

Did you know that cellulite comes in 4 graded levels?

Grade zero is no visible cellulite. Grade one is if you pinch the skin and see a cottage cheese–like texture. Grade two is if cellulite is visible on the legs of someone standing. Grade three is if you see cellulite when you look in the mirror or lie down.

I'm a proud and LOUD Grade 3. Eat that!