I love summer. I love everything about it: the sunshine, the heat (within reason), the extended daylight, the reduced amount of rain in Portland, and most of all I love summer vacation. As an adult, summer vacation has turned into sneaking a few days away from work here and there instead of three months off we got as children, but vacation time in the summer is still amazing. My favorite types of vacations tend to involve water, whether is a river, lake or ocean, water is a must.
This summer I have three vacations centering around water planned: Hawaii, Lake Shasta (CA) and Priest Lake (ID). The only downside with all of these water vacations is obvious. The swim suit. In January, I found a swim suit that I liked and actually fit so I bought it. You heard me right, I am such a planner that I bought my swim suit in the middle of winter. I figured if I waited until I actually needed one, I would never find one. So now at least I have a cute swim suit for my summer vacations.
The next problem following finding a swim suit, is actually wearing the damn thing. No matter how cute the suit, if you’re not built with a model-like stature, they always squeeze in just the wrong places. And because I’m not built like a model, and am actually short and curvy and have some, let’s say a few extra cookies stored up for winter, swim suits are not my favorite attire to don.
I’m not entirely sure where this swim suit dread came from. Having been a swimmer and a lifeguard, I spent most of my summers growing up in nothing but a swim suit. For the most part I am pretty comfortable in my own body. Naked doesn’t phase me (this is what happens when you spend so much of your life in a women’s locker room), so why are swim suits so intimidating? Is it because they are tight in all the wrong places? Speaking of which, why haven’t swim suit makers figured out how to not make the waste band of a swim suit squeeze the love handles, even on thin people? That should be fashion 101.
Despite the fact that I have a very cute swim suit and that I’ve shed most of my tail gating weight from last fall (hey some people do holiday weight, I apparently do tail gating weight), I am still not looking forward to putting on a swim suit in Hawaii in two weeks. Which is completely irrational because when have you ever been on a tropical vacation and not seen women on the beach in a bikini who out weigh you by 100 pounds? What is their secret to swim suit confidence I wonder?
So for the next couple weeks I plan on increasing the vegetable intake and decreasing the cake intake. Anything to give myself a bit of that mental swim suit edge. And really, once I’m in the swim suit I’ll be fine, it’s the constant thinking about it that is the worst part. Besides, I’ll be in Hawaii! What can possibly go wrong in Hawaii? Besides a rogue wave taking off the swim suit on a public beach. Hmmm . . . . that will have to be another worry for another day. Bring on summer vacation. And I guess the swim suit.
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