I Must Confess…swimsuits don’t do much for me
Last weekend our family did something pretty out of the ordinary for us – we went to the local public swimming pool for a swim. The kids were beside themselves with excitement. Me, not so much.
Despite enjoying a swim from time to time, the whole act of getting ready to swim then swimming then getting dry and dressed again usually represents way too much work for the short time of actual “swimming” you get out of it. Being a family of fair skinned people, together with a child with albinism, we are not destined to spend hours in the water or in the sun or anywhere outside really, so the effort to get ready for a swim usually outweighs the benefits of the actual swim itself.
And then there’s the swimsuit issue…
I must confess, I’ve never owned a bikini. No, I lie. I believe there is photographic evidence of me in a orange crocheted bikini circa 1977, although I do not have said photographic evidence in my possession. But since that summer in our toddler padding pool in our backyard, a bikini has never entered my house.
I have always been self conscious about my body. I was an overweight child and even though I am a normal weight today, I will always view my body through the lens of that unhappy, chubby girl. That somewhat warped body view has meant that I’m loathe, even to this day, to show much of my body out in public. And it has, obviously, shaped my approach to purchasing swimwear over the years.
I currently own a single piece of swimwear. It’s a black one piece costume from Target in a textured sort of material. From memory it wasn’t a cheap purchase but fresh out of having children, I just wanted a one piece swimsuit that fit me and covered up as much of my body as possible. And it has done the job.
It has survived years in chlorinated water at indoor swimming centres and the occasional adventure outside too. It is getting a little thin and faded now but, even so, I have no plans to buy a new costume. You see no one ever sees it anyway – I wear a t-shirt and shorts on top – so it can truly doesn’t matter how tattered or worn or see-through it gets.
I like to tell people I wear multiple layers when swimming to protect my fair, freckled and very moley skin from the sun. That’s only partly true.
I must confess I mainly wear multiple layers as I’m still, in some ways, that chubby little girl, desperately trying to protect myself and make the teasing stop.
What about you – do you embrace summer and swimming and swimsuits? Or do you have a problematic relationship with them like I do?
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