February 3, 2011

The item I most dread

Swimming suits.

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!

3 comments:

  1. Twice in my life I've had a swimming-suit ready bod. The first time I was white water kayaking all spring, summer and fall and skiing like a fiend in the winter. I STILL had complaints about my body though it was the BEST I'd ever looked. My realization: Genes. Yes, I had a flat tummy, but my thighs still touched -- notice Miss America's never do? It's a rule. I think. So, fast forward to the second time I had a swimming-suit ready bod: I was a size 0 or 2. My thighs didn't touch. But I was far too sad to put on a swimming suit. It was a deep depression (loss of my mom) that led me to stop eating. Yes, I stopped eating. For months. Then I got so sick of myself and people asking me if I had discovered meth that I started running.

    If I have to choose a happy life over a skinny life, I'm choosing happy. Well, happy plus a cute coverup -- super skinny or not, I'm bound to get a little chilly on the beach eventually, right?

    Go swim, Kim!

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  2. You'll look amazing Kim! Just think, most people will be buzzed on margaritas and mai tais so for all they know you are a Victoria's Secret model!

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  3. I think you look greater than you think...too many years of worrying about it:) You go have a good time and just enjoy being there and being with Todd and friends. Of course, when it comes to me....wouldn't be caught dead in a swimsuit! hahaha.

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