Summer of 2009- teeny, mind-blowingly small bikini. Like, you even try a cannonball and it's gone and sucked down the pool drain before you come up for air.
Summer of 2010- massive, enormous maternity bathing suit that I stretched out and ruined, but was still pretty cute. Plus, I had no kids yet and hours to spend at the pool. Remember those days? When your pool bag had not one single goldfish cracker in it??
Summer of 2011- modest, small tankini that my newly miniscule boobs (that recently stopped producing milk) couldn’t even begin to fill out. We're talking baby-sized tube socks full of sand. You're welcome for the visual.
Summer of 2012- shroud-like black maternity bathing suit that must be made of three full yards of fabric. If nuns could get married and have babies and needed to buy a bathing suit, they would buy that one.
Summer of 2013- ??
So, bathing suit shopping is nigh for me. I wrote a
guideline for myself so that I won’t fall back into my bad habits of over-scrutinizing
and under-appreciating my body as I start to see more and more of it with
summer on the horizon. I turned my guidelines into something for you too, in
case you’re at all like me and sometimes struggle with body image insecurities.
1- Look at your
kid(s). Before you step foot in a store to try on a bathing suit, take a
long look at the people your body made. Look at their long eyelashes and soft
skin, look at their silly grins and tiny fingers, and look at the life they
have made for you out of the life your body gave to them. None of it would have
happened without your incredible body, and God’s amazing design.
2- Thank God, every day, for your body.
For all of the things it has done and continues to do for you. Whether you like
to run, swim, or just walk really slowly while holding the hand of a toddler
who Is trying their best to run into the middle of the street, be consciously
thankful that you can do it. If you are breastfeeding, be thankful that you can
do it. Try and remember to say a prayer of gratitude for your strong arms when
you pick up your little one, or for your soft lap when they snuggle close. For
your ears that can hear their cries and laughter, and for your eyes that, if
you’re like me, marvel at how beautiful they are, every single day.
3-Realize that your
body is on a journey, just like you. It’s a reflection of where you are in
life, and we are all marked by our journey, even physically. My stomach looks
like one that has once been full of life, near bursting with the kicks of
little people fighting for space as they get ready for life in our world. It
tells a hugely important part of my story and I don’t need to erase that. My boobs have stretch marks,
having gone from insignificant things that I rarely thought of to these
incredible factories that have helped to sustain the lives of three small
people. What a gift my body gave me, milk for my babies. I don’t need to look
like that didn’t happen to feel good about myself, I am just so thankful that
it did. Another part of my journey, marked.
4- Consider taking a
break for a little while from fashion magazines, tabloids, or entertainment
news. Even just tv. It’s really hard to look at the women who are center stage
in Hollywood and then look at our own bodies in the dressing rooms at Target
(the lighting, WHY). They may not be free to live in their own skin comfortably
and are probably under pressure and scrutiny, and you are not (unless you are
doing it to yourself). Be free to be you, and celebrate that freedom with some
cake and a margarita. Or three.
5- Step back for
some perspective. What’s more important here, the fact that I just brought a
life into this world or my fat butt? Your baby is life changing. Your fat butt
is not.
6- Eat, drink, and be
merry. I spent some time in college being obsessed with weight, food, and
exercise. I can never get that time back. It really wasn’t until I got pregnant
with my girls that God totally healed me of that anxiety and helped me to see
how incredible my body is and how I wasn’t respecting it by trying to beat it
into submission. I have let that control go, and now have a healthy
relationship with food and with my body. My old anxieties try to sneak up on me
every now and then, but I have chosen to enjoy my life with good food, good
drinks, and lots of merriment.