I was in a dressing room a few years ago trying on swimsuits when I overheard a woman in the stall next to me tell her friend:
"No bikinis. I'm over thirty. No one wants to see that."
This is what comforts me when I feel sorry for myself that I can't won't wear a bikini. I am not alone. Because really, what I got? It's perfectly attractive when covered by a quality fabric, but you do not want to see that stuff all hangin' out. Just ask my kids.
They laugh hysterically when they see me in my respectable-mom-coverage style tank-ini. They poke at the squishy bits and marvel at my wrinkly belly skin. EW! they squeal. I remind them they are the ones who made me that way. The little traitors.
Sometimes I see bikini-clad women at the pool who are my age. I don't live in LA, or near a coast, or in a place with very high health standards for that matter. Sometimes I look at these women with admiration. I love what my best Mississippi girlfriend calls their 'don't-give-a-f*#!-ness'.
But usually I just think Ew, No one wants to see that!
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2 comments:
Living in San Diego, it's almost required that we stay fit. I don't mind it so much. I still bikini, even with the eeewww baby belly skin. It doesn't look so bad when it's tan. But the parts that no bathing suit can hide, the back of the thighs... THAT's eewww-ier. I saw that part of me in the mirror today. Hmm... what happened there? I guess I need to lay off the Peanut Butter dipped in butterscotch chips at night!
I do NOT bikini!
Actually, the only time I ever did was on a vacation to FL when I was 19. I figured I'd never see any of those people again, so I went for it.
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