No, it’s not patriotism. Or freedom. Or anger at the Casey Anthony verdict.
It’s the fact that swimsuit shopping sucks. (And probably those other things, too.)
This weekend I decided that wearing the same swimsuit for almost 6 years – since my honeymoon – was too long. So, knowing it would suck, I planned to go over Riley’s nap time. And I journeyed to Kohl’s.
Being 4th of July weekend, they were pretty well picked over. Remember in the olden days when there was a swimsuit style between bikini, one piece and tankini? Not anymore. The bikini days have definitely sailed (was I ever officially in the bikini days?) and I’m just not ready to rock the mom-style one piece, so tankini it was.
I browsed the racks, refusing to even look at anything with a Candies label. Or a Daisy Fuentes label.
I trekked to the fitting room to discover that nothing fit. Back out I went. I was on a mission.
As I looked over the same swimsuits again and again, another woman bluntly stated what I was thinking:
“Yes it does,” I replied. She then launched into a frustrated soliloquy about a post-pregnancy body. That she’s had 2 kids and the blub on her stretch-marked stomach just would not go away (she showed me, I can vouch for her pouch). I told her I felt her pain. That it definitely sucks. That you just gotta find something that you feel comfortable in so you can still go out and have a good time. Then I suggested a Nike swimsuit.
I picked one out for myself (and later purchased it!) and headed to the dressing room again. I had to laugh. No matter if you’re a size 4 or 10, we all have issues and we can all agree that swimsuit shopping sucks. But one thing is for sure, the next day when I was waterskiing on a beautiful summer day, my swimsuit was the last thing on my mind. And that’s what matters.