February 3, 2011
The item I most dread
I hate all of them. I hate shopping for them. I hate trying them on. I hate the way they look on me. Hate, hate, hate.
But sometimes, unfortunately, they are a necessary evil. Like, when, say...you're going to Mexico for a week. Since it would be universally viewed as weird to be on the beach in a burka, a swimsuit is a must have.
It's not because I'm modest. It's because I hate the way they look on me. If I had the body of a Victoria's Secret model I wouldn't even be writing this post. But I don't and consequently I dread having to parade around flaunting every flaw I spend most of the months of the year happily hiding.
Knowing how long it takes to find a suit I can live with, I started my Great Swimming Suit Search a couple months back. Surprisingly, I found a suit I rather liked in a catalog I randomly received one day and which I had never received before. I consider it divine intervention. The suit was comfortable - unheard of. And I didn't feel 100 percent wretched in it like I usually do. I kept it.
While I "liked" the suit, it was really more sporty than sexy and I wished it made me feel more like lounging at a fancy resort - like the one we're going to - than hitting the waves for a surfing competition.
So, I decided to look for another for some variety. We will be there a week after all, and I should probably have a back up. Not many places have swimming suits out yet, so the selection was quite limited. However, I think I found one that is a little more lounge-appropriate.
We'll see how it goes, but I guess, what should I care? I'll likely be in a cover up most of the time anyway!