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Women, wear your suits.
Aug. 6th, 2014 06:07 pmBathing suits. And get out in the water. I did just that, and survived. Let me explain.
I read this article recently. Around the same time, this one popped up in my view. I took them as a sign that no matter what, I was taking my bikini with me to Daytona Beach, as well as other suits. I found pieces that fit, and they all came with me.
We had such a busy week that we were on the beach very little. But the first night we went down to the beach, I wore those two bits that could be called a bikini. Sure they didn't quite match--I'd needed to go to a bottom from a different set. I didn't care. They fit, I was at a Florida beach with my son and husband and a friend not much older than my son. The four of us had a blast, playing in the water and digging up the little clams that so quickly dig back in.
There I was, a woman over 40 in a two-piece suit that bared her midriff and showed the fat on her back. And I was having a great time with two kids and a man I love. While I enjoyed the moment, I also watched the people around me. There was a younger family nearby, with two younger children. The mom was sitting on the beach, watching the littler one for a while. Then after watching us play, she got up and got into the ocean as well, a little unsure, then with a grin. The two older men with their red solo cups slowed their walk as they went by, appreciating the view. (?!?!) Then there were the two lifeguards, just off duty, who were catching a few waves before calling it a night. One lost his board and it threatened to smack the kids. We caught it, and I picked it up about the time he caught up to it. He did look me in the eyes while saying thanks, before glancing down at what was covered in a bit of fabric. *grin*
The lesson? I was a little apprehensive, but hey! I don't know these people. They have never seen me before. And I was having a great time teaching a pair of kids about the cool things in the sand of southern beaches. I may be 42, I may be obese, but dammit, I didn't care. Those memories with the kids, and reminiscing about my time at that age, are what that evening was about.
And it was glorious.
I read this article recently. Around the same time, this one popped up in my view. I took them as a sign that no matter what, I was taking my bikini with me to Daytona Beach, as well as other suits. I found pieces that fit, and they all came with me.
We had such a busy week that we were on the beach very little. But the first night we went down to the beach, I wore those two bits that could be called a bikini. Sure they didn't quite match--I'd needed to go to a bottom from a different set. I didn't care. They fit, I was at a Florida beach with my son and husband and a friend not much older than my son. The four of us had a blast, playing in the water and digging up the little clams that so quickly dig back in.
There I was, a woman over 40 in a two-piece suit that bared her midriff and showed the fat on her back. And I was having a great time with two kids and a man I love. While I enjoyed the moment, I also watched the people around me. There was a younger family nearby, with two younger children. The mom was sitting on the beach, watching the littler one for a while. Then after watching us play, she got up and got into the ocean as well, a little unsure, then with a grin. The two older men with their red solo cups slowed their walk as they went by, appreciating the view. (?!?!) Then there were the two lifeguards, just off duty, who were catching a few waves before calling it a night. One lost his board and it threatened to smack the kids. We caught it, and I picked it up about the time he caught up to it. He did look me in the eyes while saying thanks, before glancing down at what was covered in a bit of fabric. *grin*
The lesson? I was a little apprehensive, but hey! I don't know these people. They have never seen me before. And I was having a great time teaching a pair of kids about the cool things in the sand of southern beaches. I may be 42, I may be obese, but dammit, I didn't care. Those memories with the kids, and reminiscing about my time at that age, are what that evening was about.
And it was glorious.
