I wore a bikini today. Not in a dressing room…in PUBLIC. I haven’t worn one in probably 4 years. This bikini was purchased pre baby body when I was two sizes smaller. Granted it was a bit smaller than before with some flab falling over the straps. The poor suit clasp was grabbing on for dear life…but it held!
It was a hot day and I had decided to go to the local pool with Little Man. He started swim classes a few weeks ago and I figured he would enjoy splashing around in a cool pool (and I would too). If I had been meeting a friend I may have just grabbed the tankini, but with a ruffle skirt bottom it’s cute but not practical. After getting wet it resembles more of Mumu than a vintage suit. Not to mention it takes FOREVER to dry due to all the extra fabric.
So I sucked it up (or should I say in?), dug out my bikini from the bottom of my drawer and headed to the pool. There were a bunch of kids playing water polo, moms watching from the sidelines and cute college guys lifeguarding. As I walked Little Man to the edge of the pool I realized I was the only mom getting in the water. The other moms kinda gave me a funny look but I held my head high and plunged in. And you know what? We had the BEST time! We splashed on the ramp, blew bubbles, sang songs, played with water weights and overall had a blast.
I thought I would be much more self conscience than I was. Who cared if my stomach was no longer flat or whiter than snow! I didn’t know these people or care what they thought of me. I was having FUN!
My friends will probably never see me in said bikini but for one morning I was bold and uninhibited.
So this begs the question for me why is it we can sometimes be so much more vulnerable with strangers than friends?