(this picture was taken two summers ago at Santa Monica Pier)
I know this may seem like a small feat for some, but I had quite the inner struggle with this choice.
I am quite certain that it has been over 15 years since anyone has seen me in a swimsuit. No, I didn’t hole up for all those years and never go anywhere with water activities. I just attended in full garb complete with boardshorts and tank top.
Today my friend came over with her kiddos to swim and I took the plunge and went bare-suited.
Even though I was dripping in insecurities and covered in anxiety, all my cellulite and varicose veins were out there for the whole backyard to see.
And I survived.
I’m not strong enough to make this a regular occurence but this was a breakthrough for me. No, it doesn’t have to do with being a mommy or a wife, but it will definitely affect those roles because I’m trying to work on myself as a person.
And today I made some big steps in the right direction.