May Day! May Day! I have to wear a bathing suit to the beach!
So, you know how I'm going on vacation to Hawaii with my family on Monday? Well, of course, that means two things: going to the beach... and wearing a bathing suit. In public.
I'm so stoked.
These days, my battle scarred belly looks like I have a kangaroo pouch - with a joey in it! And although the bathing suits I used to wear pre-pregnancy fit, they sure as heck don't look good on my postpartum body. *sniffle*
My sissy and I have been looking for bathing suits for the past month, in our mad scramble to find something flattering to wear. We have been able to find suits out there that could potentially flatter these bodies of ours, but they want us to pay up to $200 for less than one yard of stretchy fabric that will be, more often than not, under water! Get outta here!
And all the cute bathing suits at the more affordably priced places? Phhhffftthhttt! You have to be ten-years-old to look good in those! All the stuff that would actually work in camouflaging a belly that has 'lived life', look like granny bikinis! I'm not a granny and I refuse to look like one, too!
In short, I will be that sorry looking lady - who we have all come to loathe and love - who comes out of the ocean wearing bermuda shorts and a sopping wet t-shirt. Oh joy.