I don’t have time for a long entry because I have to go get ready to meet some friends by the pool. There is a cabana. And where there is a cabana, my friends, there is a cabana boy serving frosty beverages.
But I wanted to take a second to write this up because I don’t want to forget it.
See, part of meeting friends for swimming is putting on a bathing suit. And this is, for most American women, an act fraught with self-esteem peril! It’s as near to being naked in public as most of us will ever come.
I know some guys who are loathe to put on a swimsuit as well.
And this is, quite frankly, ridiculous. Swimming is about being in the water and splashing around and maybe trying to dunk your friend. It is about seeing how long you can hold your breath under water. It’s about feeling the sun on your shoulders and realizing you need to put on more sunscreen (note to self: BUY SUNSCREEN).
Think back to when you were going swimming as a kid. It was just fun. How old were you when you became aware that your thighs touched or that your butt stuck out farther than the other kids’ butts?
When did going to the pool become more about how you looked than about how swimming and playing around in the water made you feel?
I just spent the morning bathing suit shopping. I looked at stuff online all week and should have just sucked it up and ordered something on Monday and paid for super-fast shipping. I put it off though, because making that order would commit me to appearing in public in a bathing suit.
I laugh at my super powers of avoidance sometimes, I really do.
For the record, the suits at Target run a little small, there isn’t a lot of room in the bust, and there is NO support. The suits are $35 and the tankini pieces are each $20.
I went several other places but couldn’t bring myself to pay $90 for a swimsuit. I just don’t have ninety spare dollars at the moment, you know? I found myself at Ross.
(theme song break)
Do you love it? I love it! I got it at Ross!
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All of their swimsuits are mixed in with the regular sizes because they have three categories: small, medium, and large. I found an adequate if monstrously obnoxious tropical floral suit for $20. No slimming panels, no fancy tummy control.
Because, I am fat. And I am going to be fat no matter if I have my clothes on or off. No swimming suit in the world is going to hide it and why should I spend ridiculous amounts of money in pursuit of it – not to mention make myself really squished and uncomfortable – when I am still going to be fat? Because, dude, there is nothing wrong with being fat and there is nothing wrong with being fat in a bathing suit.
I can’t wait to go swimming.
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