The dreaded swimsuit season has arrived.
For years, you wouldn’t catch me dead strutting around in my suit because I saw myself as fat, even though I was a toothpick (the modeling industry does a great job brainwashing skinny girls into this notion).
At 37, I am finally free! Damn, it feels good. You will catch me in my suit anywhere. No one and nothing holds me back. I think kids help, because there is no way I am sitting on the sidelines not participating with my children in activities.
Let me tell you a sad story. Last year I was Girl Scout Camp with my daughter, it was 101 degrees in the shade. We were all sweating like pigs. The leader moms, myself and four others, were watching the girls run through a sprinkler. Without hesitation, I started stripping off my sweat soaked shirt and shorts , only to discover I was going solo.
Not one of the women would get their suit on. In fact some did not even bring their suits (fearing they would be pressured into wearing it in public). What is this teaching our girls?
So, I got out there (I am the biggest whitey you ever saw by the way). I had a blast. We ran around like nuts, made up games to play, all while the other mom’s huddled together at the camp site in a pool of perspiration.
Is this a sad state of affairs or what? We are so ashamed of our bodies, even among other women. Why? Because we judge each other. Women are so caddy at times and the reality is we shame each other. We are all so wrapped up with the dreaded FAT that we allow ourselves to miss out in life.
I say –who gives a rip what people say about you, just go for it. Do you want to be the one out there having fun or the one moping around on the sidelines, wearing your lack of self esteem on your sleeve?
The mom’s of Girl Scout Camp have another thing coming this year, guess who is the leader? Me!
To taking it off this summer!
PS who is with me?
FUN FACTS! from Dove.