Last year I bought a swimsuit that I thought looked great. I was so excited to have finally found a suit that covers my mommy-bulge and showed a little cleavage, ya' know, a little sexiness thrown in while I try to suck it in. My husband was going to take one look at me in this suit and say "Victoria's Secret model's have nothing on you Honey."
Boy was I delusional.
It didn't really hit me until I saw pictures of myself from our vacation. There we were, a family playing in a pool and I noticed that my swimsuit didn't look as great as I thought it did. If I was going for a Victoria's Secret model look this suit was in their AARP section. I looked like I was wearing my grandmother's swimsuit!
How could I have talked myself into thinking that this suit looked good on me?!? I had to put it on again to figure this out, and that's when I understood. It wasn't that it helped my body look better; it just fit my butt, and that made me happy.
Lesson to self: Just because it fits your derriere doesn't make it right to wear.
I had to laugh at myself. It really was a ridiculous swimsuit. The search continues. Ah, swimsuit season... you bastard.
Boy was I delusional.
It didn't really hit me until I saw pictures of myself from our vacation. There we were, a family playing in a pool and I noticed that my swimsuit didn't look as great as I thought it did. If I was going for a Victoria's Secret model look this suit was in their AARP section. I looked like I was wearing my grandmother's swimsuit!
How could I have talked myself into thinking that this suit looked good on me?!? I had to put it on again to figure this out, and that's when I understood. It wasn't that it helped my body look better; it just fit my butt, and that made me happy.
Lesson to self: Just because it fits your derriere doesn't make it right to wear.
I had to laugh at myself. It really was a ridiculous swimsuit. The search continues. Ah, swimsuit season... you bastard.