My DH installed the mirrored bathroom medicine chest at a low height as I complained about kids reaching up to see themselves brushing teeth. The result was LARGE view of everything from the top of my head to my netherlands, gratefully cut off by the vanity sink.
I have learned, and accepted in recent years, that gravity sucks and old people grow things like moles and brown spots. I've also had long conversations with different parts of my body while I slather cream on my face, brush and floss my teeth and dry my hair.
Today's conversation was with my navel. I was almost done drying my hair and a drop of water fell out of it. I have a nice innie.
Do I want to pierce it at age 60? What would I wear? Diamonds, colors? Would my pants closures bother it? I'd sure like it to be thin, tight and clean but I'm a realist. Those days are over.
So why worry about a bathing suit? Chubby babies look cute in bathing suits. Fit teens and 20 somethings look sexy in bathing suits . Pregnant mommies look primal in bathing suits. Mother Earth. The only guys who look good in Speedos are Olympic swimmers. With no back hair.
If you're over 50, had multiple children, don't exercise and not watched your diet; you look just like it sounds in a bathing suit. Naked with something black with blue and red flowers painted over it.
So why would I look for the "right" suit? The one that sucks it in, moves and lifts things here and there?
My arms, with wings attached, will be bare.
My legs will still sand each other as I try to walk wet from the beach.
I want a bathing suit that will not make me feel wrapped in 20 pounds of wet lycra. I need to swim, not show off. I don't want to accentuate the torso and leave the rest to look exactly as nature intended.
I am accepting real.
Have a great, real day!