(This one’s for you, Wanna!)
I hate swimsuit season! I love being at the beach. I love swimming in a pool, not a disgusting lake with fish and nasty, a pool. But I do NOT like being in a swimming suit.
I dread the very idea of getting into a swimming suit. What if I run into people I know? What if I see people I don’t know? What if I look worse in this contraption than I think? I know I’m not a “skinny bitch” and I feel bad for anyone that has to endure the sight of my overly-white body crammed into a small spandex outfit. I feel your pain. I shower. I know what it looks like. I’m sorry.
That being said, there are people out there that aren’t sorry, or at least they don’t seem sorry. Part of me wishes I could be one of those no-holds-barred kind of girls that puts it all out there, is perfectly content, and doesn’t care what other people think. Then there’s the part of me that thinks, “Seriously?! You left the house in that?! What were you thinking? Don’t you own a mirror? Don’t you have any dignity?”
Why do the manufacturers of swimming suits make bikini’s in sizes over an 8? Once you reach double-digits no one wants to see that much skin unless they’re interested in sleeping with you. And I, my friend, am not interested in sleeping with you! Do us all a favor and cover it up and I’ll do the same in return!
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