Pear, straight, athletic, curvy... Missing from the list is the one that fits me. You know, the one that's specific, illustrative, and dead-on accurate. Relatively proportional most of the way down, with oddly placed speed bumps on either side of the upper thighs. I'm thinking something like: Python that swallowed a whole cheese wheel and is storing it about three quarters of the way down its throat.
Needless to say, bathing suit season can be a little stressful. But as I packed for our trip last week, I took an unusual tact. I shoved every bathing suit I owned into my duffel bag without trying them on (most of which I hadn't worn since our honeymoon back in 2009) and hoped for the best.
On our first day at the beach, I had an important decision to make that would set the tone for all of Beach Week: sport the trusted Speedo—the Spanx of swimwear—and live with the Sudoku board tan lines later, or blindly throw on a bikini and run out the door. I chose B and never looked back (or down.)
I spent the rest of the week obsessing over the shapes that really matter.
The perfect half moon of Hudson's smile as he learned to ride a tricycle. The giant almonds that were his eyes when he first saw the ocean's waves. The triangles of the swimmies he wore into the pool that so reminded me of the ones I, too, wore as a kid. The star shape of his arms, legs, and head as he launched himself into the pool time and again.
At night, he and I would climb up onto a white stool in the room we shared and peek out the round window—reminiscent of a porthole on a ship—to say goodnight to the water, the sun, the clouds, the birds, the crabs. One night, on his own, he said, "Goodnight, boat. Goodnight, man on the boat." And my arms mimicked the shape of the window, hugging him tightly to acknowledge his awesomeness.
|The view from our window.|
Years from now, I won't remember what I wore or how I looked, but the memories of our week together will stay with me forever.*
I love this beyond words. xoReplyDelete
I love this. Every time I go into one of those 3-way mirrors to try on workout clothes or bathing suits I always have this moment of self-loathing. Everyone is always telling me I'm so lucky because I'm skinny, blah blah blah. Yes, well, skinny is not equal to perfect. This summer when I go to the beach I'm going to do the same thing you did and not look back :)ReplyDelete
So true, Nora! Reality is always relative when it comes to personal body type. Go crazy and have fun this summer!Delete