|Woman's one-piece bathing suit, c.1920 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
I am looking forward to summer. I will be at the beach sportin’ my one piece like a boss. Yes, a one piece, because no matter what kind of working out I do, or how good of a shape I can get this ole body in, the one-piece is the only style I will support, or will support me. Well, I take that back, I like those long tankini two pieces that look like one pieces. Actually they are much more convenient when having to pee. But my bikini days ended circa 1998. This is mostly due to my post birthing belly.
For those of you unfamiliar, after you give birth, especially more than once, the belly has a difficult time resembling any aspect of what it looked like pre-birth. I had 2 emergency c-sections, so therefore my belly resembles a sad balloon. One that was deflated, stretched out and sewn back together. My belly button is like a true button now. It gathers in and holds all of this belly matter around it and when I suck in my gut it looks like it is tethered to my spine and almost disappears into this strange, black, belly hole. It ain’t pretty. SO one piece or belly covering piece, is the way to go for this Momma.
But when I start to think about bathing suits I instantly get an itchy rash. My bra and underwear support my body more than any bathing suit ever did! The flimsy polyester/Lycra/nylon blend that bathing suits are made of, is pointless. There is no support, the material does not breathe and the sizing is all wrong. ALL wrong. I got big boobys. They need support. When they don’t have support it is a bad situation for all involved, for me, for them and for those that are exposed to them. No one needs to see these girls hanging over the sad balloon, giggling like jello. They need some sense of dignity. I have worn a bra under the suit to facilitate that dignity. Then, after getting out of the water and the rest of my suite dried off, I was left with two large circles, as if spotlights on my chest. The indignity!
Now there are websites that specialize in making more supportive suits, like Cyberswim and Miracle Suit and even Spanx has gotten in on the action. But I can’t spend that kind of money on something that I wear intermittently for a season, usually covered up by shorts and/or a t-shirt! Don’t get me wrong. I love me some Spanx, but I wear them under a dress going to a wedding. I can manage being uncomfortable for a period of time at an event. But I can not manage being that uncomfortable outside, all day, in the heat, running after my kids, playing in the sand and freaking out when seaweed touches my foot in the ocean. It is just too much to take.
I like my underwear, after searching high and low, I finally found bras that fit, support and are comfortable. Some of my underpants have seen better days, but I have about 5 good pairs in the rotation that are acceptable. Can’t they make a suit that fits like a bra and underwear and covers the sad balloon? Can’t they make a suit that is functional? Can’t they make a suit that doesn’t make you want to punch the air, screaming like a banshee while trying to put it on?
Then there is the hoo haa maintenance. The shaving and/or waxing of the nether region. Since the stretch marks on my thighs are like arrows pointing to my hoo haa, there is no getting around it. And I know they have these swim “shorts” but they are either so poofy that they look like you are wearing your grandmom’s shorts or they are so tight and riding up your ass that you might as well just wear the bathing suit bottoms. Then there are the many styles of swim skirts, none of which seem to work with my bubble butt.
One pieces or belly covering pieces are the way I roll. But, I have no hate for those mothers who can work the bikini. Hell, if I had it like that, I would too. Go for it! But do me a favor, DON’T sit at the kiddy pool next to me, and complain about the way you look! I mean fuck you very much, do you SEE what I am workin with? If you think YOU look bad, what -in the name of all that is holy- do you think I look like! Don’t sport that bikini with your perky, newly purchased boobs, that need no support, and the “insanity” abs you just spent 3 months working on and the NO cellulite, tight thighs that the Spin Class Gods have bestowed on you and utter ONE word of complaint about your body. That is just gonna get you a bloody lip my friend. Hell, when you look that good, show it, work it and OWN it! When someone says ‘Wow, you look amazing!’ Say ‘THANK YOU!’ and move on. No other explanation is needed unless they then ask what you do to look so good. Then you can give your whole workout routine along with your latest wheat grass recipe. But until then, just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor.
|crowded beach (Photo credit: notarim)|
Summer, shore, sand, I am ready. I will wear a bathing suit, I won’t love the way I look or feel in it, but I will enjoy the beach none the less...... Wait a minute, I haven’t enjoyed the beach since before First Born was born! It is a constant worry and stress filled marathon that usually ends with someone me crying. SO not only do I hate the way I look and feel out in the sweltering sun and hot sand, I am also trying to keep my two children properly covered in sunscreen while making sure they are, fed, watered and within eye sight amongst the 500 other people with whom we are sharing the beach. Summer? I am looking forward to this? OK how many months until fall?