I have a small group of friends who I entrust to send snapchat pictures to from the dressing room when trying on clothes. I love these ladies and their honesty and am thankful that they keep me around and put up with my overuse of emojis because finding friends who you are comfortable being your most vulnerable (like, say, in a two piece) is really hard.
Fistbump for solidarity in sisterhood.
I have written about my swimsuit adventures before. And I’m just barely three months postpartum after giving birth to Huck, so finding clothes and a swimsuit to hide the extra midsection skin that looks remarkably like a deflated souffle is my upmost priority. I still have a long way to go in my fitness goals, but realistically I have young kids. Keeping them couped up in the house during the hot summer months is not a healthy option, turns out. I need to be prepared to entertain them and keep them active and cool, which means most likely we’ll be hanging out by the public pool…. with other people.
That’s basically my worst nightmare.
Okay, that’s an exaggeration. My worst nightmare is other people, besides my friends, seeing those swimsuit dressing room pictures from last night. The beauty of snapchat is that those pictures aren’t saved anywhere, so no one can accidently find them and I cannot go back and obsess over loathing myself. You know you would do that, too.
A three-way mirror and harsh neon lighting casting shadows in obscene places that highlight every dimple, scar, and blemish is just really, really, really…. depressing. It’s a good thing that we have friends to make us laugh, though. I appreciate my friend, Erica, who assured me that I didn’t look a has-been hooker in this one. After eliminating every swimsuit selected I took my friend’s advice and ordered online from the comfort and safety of my couch… while finishing off a bag of cheetos.
In other news, fitness goals start back up today.