title: The Backside of the Story: My Journey into the Black Market Butt Injection Scandal
author:  Kimberly Smedley 
description: Kimberly Smedley was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. After graduating elementary and later high school, she received her license as a cosmetologist. Her young adult life was spent as a beautician where her main focus was on enhancing the beauty of her clients. Once a fellow-employee advised she save her money and invest it, Kimberly began dabbling in real estate and excelled in the field. Eventually, she expanded into home construction until the housing market crash ended a prosperous run. A trivial conversation that Kimberly engaged in with a salon regular eventually blossomed into a close brother-sister type friendship. He would be the person who would ultimately change her life in ways unimaginable. Through him, Kimberly was introduced to the underground world of silicone injections. Years later, Kimberlys confidant passed away, and she inherited the bulk of his clientele and learned to perfect the skill. After some time, the demand for her services exploded exponentially, those clients giving her the moniker Miss Kim. Kimberly began transforming the backsides of everyday housewives, blue and white collar workers, celebrities, strippers, transvestites, and even the very rich. This black market secret was well-kept for many years until 2012, when it all came crashing down. Convicted of conspiracy to commit interstate commerce of a mislabeled, misbranded device in 2013. Turning her mistakes into a triumphant story, she intends to share her experiences in hopes of educating the public on self-esteem, self-love, and body image. Kimberly still lives in Atlanta with her three children and wants to pursue her dream of becoming a life coach. Her book, Backside of the Story, is her intimate revelation of events as they occurred, which led up to her very high profile case.
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  “He’s single, of legal age, and wearing black boots. You promised you’d flirt
  with the first man who fit that description.”
  
  
  She managed to twist so she landed on her hands and her hip, a sharp pain
  arcing down her side bringing a sting to her eyes and a filthy word to her
  lips. Her shopping bags landed upside down, scattering cellophane bags of
  pastel-colored Jordan almonds and boxes of white votive candles onto the cold
  concrete.
  
  
  Perfect. Just flipping perfect. If that just wasn’t the cherry on this
  craptastic morning, she didn’t know what was.
  
  
  Until a pair of worn black motorcycle boots stepped in front of her. Then she
  knew that as bad as turfing it on the sidewalk in the middle of downtown was,
  it didn’t compare to being caught ass up by the next man she was supposed to
  flirt with.
  
  
  He squatted, the faded denim at his knees pulling tight, exposing another inch
  of the pair of sexy boots. Two straps of butter-soft leather held a round
  silver buckle in plac