Do you know how many times I wore a swimsuit three summers ago when I was at my healthiest weight?
I was so self-conscious about the way I looked in a swimsuit that I refused to put one on. All of those memories I missed making with my children!
The sad truth is, I have always struggled with summer and swimsuits. Even waaaay back in high school days. I hated the way I looked in a swimsuit and all I could think about was, “Everyone is going to stare at me. And not in a good way.”
This year, at around fifty pounds heavier than three years ago, I was not making the same mistake.
I purposely went and bought myself a new swimsuit. (I had to. I didn’t have one that fit. Snort!)
I have proudly worn that size 16 suit all summer. At a lake in Texas. At a waterpark in Missouri. At two different lakes in Arkansas. At a friend’s pool.
I have splashed and played with my children. I have gone down water slides. I have gone tubing. And floated in a lazy river. And canoed.
I HAVE WALKED AROUND IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. IN MY SWIMSUIT.
Were they staring at me? Were they grossed out by my cellulite? Did they notice how I’m basically part mermaid with the way my thighs love to hang out together?
Maybe they were. Maybe there were dudes snickering about me behind my back. Maybe there were some snarky chicks rolling their eyes at my audacity to wear a swimsuit in public.
You know what?
I DON’T CARE.
Maybe there was another woman there who needed to look out and see someone else confidently wearing a swimsuit. Maybe there was another woman there who needed to be able to say, “If she can do it, then I can do it, too.”
I finally decided I was sick and tired of waiting to live it up until I was the perfect size.
What are you waiting on experiencing until you lose weight? DON’T WAIT.
Good grief, I’m yelling a lot lately.