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The Not So Dreaded Bathing Suit

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.