Summer, summer, summer time!!! It’s summer time alright. Just a walk to the mailbox leaves me wanting to sprint back into the air conditioning before I begin to glisten. That’s right, women don’t sweat, they glisten. That’s if you play your cards right. I used to have no problem with the heat and simply wore less as the temperature rose. Shorter shorts, spaghetti straps, flip-flops, a teeny bikini, anything to get air and flaunt what I had. My motto was Flaunt it while you got it. Ah, the freedom of putting anything on and walking out the door. Now I laugh when I imagine the reaction I’d get walking into my kids’ schools if I had continued to dress that way. So, over time I begrudgingly passed those short shorts on to the next generation, and one by one I replaced clothing with more age appropriate pieces while being ever so careful to avoid matronly or frumpy wear. I felt like I was wearing a costume at times. Where was my midriff? Where were my thighs? Oh, just covered. Man was it hard, but THE hardest by far was parting with my collection of bikinis. Now keep in mind I had them all: string bikinis , brazilian cut, thongs, triangle tops, bandeau tops, halter tops, various colors, prints and the tinier the better. I started out weaning myself off of wearing them slowly and have even saved a few as if getting rid of them would be like getting rid of a part of me. Melodramatic much? Admittedly yes, but there are just some things in life that really represent who you are or at least were. If I was an article of clothing, I would have been the bikini. It’s that simple. For me, it signified simplicity, youth, freedom, fun memories and the beach lifestyle that I loved and immersed myself in. Yet, with time and the emergence of stretch marks from my sweet little babies, that youth and freedom to expose thyself came to a screeching halt. Queue the violin please. 🙂 So, here I am at summer’s door again drooling over the bikinis I would love to have added to my collection and alternately scrolling through 100’s of one piece swimsuits online with atrocious labels like “magic suit” and “firm control”. Could they just not already? I mean we already see and feel the difference between the light and airy feel of a bikini and the mummified wrapping, weight, and architecture of a one piece suit. UGH! Sooooo, to share my joy, I’ve decided to post a photo of one of the bikinis I would have purchased in my days of yore as well as the suit I finally settled on. As they say, it can never hurt to dream. Side note: Is it just me or does the gal in the one piece below look sadder than the bikini-clad gal? I’m thinking so.
To Bikini or Not to Bikini? June 3, 2011