I won’t apologize for my small, gravity-loving breasts. I have happily given up looking for the right swimsuit to accentuate my best feature (my elbows).
Forgive me (or don’t) if you think I’m too old for my bikini. I got it on sale at Target and I don’t care what you think. My legs may dimple, but they cannonball into the pool and run in the sand. My ankles have varicose veins, but the blood coursing through them is healthy. Sure, I’ve frowned while “scooping” my breasts into a bathing suit top. But those two little things nourished all three of my babies – a privilege I don’t take for granted.
Summer is coming.
I’m not beach ready by the standards of die-hard fitness fans or tight-bodied teens laying around my community pool, but please don’t be confused or mistaken. I will be at the beach AND at the pool. I’ll be IN the ocean, if maybe only up to my knees.
All three of my kids are sand and sun-lovers. One of them likes to squeeze my belly like play-doh and one of them points out all of the hairs I missed while shaving.
But one of them is an eleven-year old girl
who is depending on me to show her what a woman is. And to teach her that people are more than the bodies that carry them through the day. That’s just what I’ll be doing. Shamelessly. In a fourteen-dollar bikini.