So there it is……a bathing suit.
To some it is a symbol of dread and self loathing. To other’s it is a sign of empowerment. To me, it is a little of both.
Just the other day, my best friend contacted me and asked me if I would go with her to take snorkeling lessons with her on an upcoming weekend. And of course, instantly, my first thought was “oh god, that means a bathing suit”. But it was just an instant. I knew that I wasn’t going to let my dissatisfaction with my current body to stop me from enjoying a new experience with my bestie. I knew I needed to basically suck it up and have a great time, regardless.
I am not about to say that I am 100% in love with my body. That would be a big fat lie!!! I keep trying (and trying is the key word) to eat better and try to get to the gym more often because my body isn’t where I want it to be. However, now that I am well into my 40’s, I am well aware that I may never have the exact body that I want. I have the good ole Mommy pooch, the cellulite ridden thighs and a butt that is definitely not the right type of bootylicious. I keep thinking of myself as a “work in progress”. I will keep trying to improve myself day after day but I can’t or won’t let it be all consuming in my life. Live is worth living.
Recently, I have seen several posts from other women, taking control of the social stigma of what the perfect women should look like in a bathing suit and embracing the bodies they have been given and putting on a bathing suit with pride and self love. THANK YOU!!! You have inspired my attitude going forward.
So this summer, when I am asked to join friends pool side for a nice cold drink and conversation or for a day at the beach or a weekend at the cottage, I will grab my bathing suit and happily join them. Life is too short (and Canadian summers are definitely too short) to let a bathing suit beat me.