I could not help myself on my recent vacation… I looked with a critical and envious eye at the swimsuit clad bodies of the women I was traveling with. Skinny minnies, both of them.
Wife Number One lives an active outdoorsy lifestyle. She mountain bikes, hikes, has done mini-triathlons, plays frisbee, walks her dog, bikes around town instead of driving. She does no official exercise other than yoga, but she does that at an advanced level. And her arms are killer! Better than Michelle Obama’s any day of the week:) Wife Number One wore a bikini. And she looked good in it. Not like a Sports Illustrated model, but like a fit healthy normal woman. During the trip she ate and drank what she wanted and I am sure she never diets. She loves cupcakes:)
Wife Number Two has a pool in her backyard and the tan to prove it. She wears swimsuits just to do work around the yard and while in her home office. She bought a new suit on our vacation and worried the tankini was too matronly looking. It was not! She is lean and trim and has no saddlebags or thigh jiggle. She sat by the pool in her suit while I walked around with a sarong tied to my waist. Sigh. Interestingly, she turned down most dessert, saying she really doesn’t like sweets. My husband and I both wondered if it was a great way to diet without others asking questions but then I noticed that Wife Number Two ate all the bread and potatoes and poured on the salad dressing. And she wasn’t afraid of a cocktail or two or three. I’ll never know for sure, but she seems like the type who can eat whatever she wants and never gain a pound.
I have always admired women (and men for that matter) who seem comfortable enough with their bodies to wear swimsuits proudly. Whether they have perfect thighs or middle-aged spread. A confident body at any shape or size. (Okay, I will admit I don’t need to see anyone’s body in a thong.) I have never had that self confidence, at any weight, at any age. Well, looking back I did seem pretty comfortable in a bikini at age 8:) But I remember being in high school and wearing shorts on the beach over my swimsuit because I was embarrassed by my skinny thighs. Oh to have those thighs now.
Honestly, I felt okay about myself in my swimsuit this past weekend. Not great… and not confident, but much better than I would have without the last several months of exercise and diet. Those months made a huge difference in how I felt on this trip. And the reality is that I may never feel great and confident in a swimsuit. That’s just not who I am. So I am glad that my swimsuit wearing days are few and far between. And thankful for my sarong.