Explain

I stripped down for the shower, quickly peeling off my clothes and leaving them on the floor. Turning towards the mirror, I inspected my body. Sloped shoulders leading to collarbone, high breasts and a flat midsection that fell into a curve further down. I tucked my chin to my chest and looked down.

How could such an innocuous body part cause so much trouble? It was certainly nothing to look at, fleshy folds and bits of stray hair. If anything, it looked like a rather disgruntled mustachioed rodent. Hardly anything to get your panties in a knot.

I swiveled my rear and placed my hands over my hips, hoping to get an angle that would make me understand the desire. But I just kept feeling as if someone had informed me that Helen of Troy actually looked like a surprised muskrat.