I’ve been trying to write this post for a few weeks. Not in the sense that I keep writing it, deleting it and re-writing it, but rather that I keep pushing back writing it. I knew it was probably going to be difficult, personal and maybe not quite as upbeat as I want to keep things around here. But the truth is that I’m here to be real, to share my journey and maybe, just maybe, you might be able to relate even just a bit to this topic.
Besides it’s summer time and you know what that means? It means the beach. And the beach means swim suits and showing more skin than sometimes we want to. It means showing some parts of our bodies that we aren’t really comfortable seeing ourselves. I’m not sure I know anyone who isn’t at least a little self-conscious in their bathing suit. Or worse, bathing suit shopping.
It’s true, I really think bathing suit shopping is WORSE than actually going to the beach in my bathing suit. Reason being? When you’re shopping for a new bathing suit, you have to try numerous styles and sizes that don’t fit right or just don’t look good, but by the time you get to the beach, you’ve hopefully found the right suit you feel good wearing.
So let me tell you, I did survive bathing suit shopping. It wasn’t easy; it wasn’t fun; and it often led to a bit of unnecessary self-deprecating talk. (Why do we do that to ourselves? I mean really. We need to think like Lindsay and CROW!) And while I definitely had my fair share of wrong bathing suits, I did eventually find one that I liked and I feel good wearing. At least as good as you can feel in a bikini.
Because the truth is, we are all beautiful – on the inside and outside. We all have our own “trouble” zones and our own “strengths.” And if you really think about, if you go to the beach, do you really think anyone is paying attention to what you look like in a bikini? No, they’re probably doing just what you’re doing and enjoying the sunshine, sand and water.
I survived swim suit shopping and can cross that off my Summer Bucket List.
Now to the beach!