Here is the only picture I could find on my hard drive of me in a swimsuit. Conveniently, most of my body is still covered.
I know that I look downright awful in a swimsuit, but I get in one anyway. Why? Because I love to swim and I love to have fun with my kids!
My mother would NEVER swim with us. I am not sure of the reasons.
Maybe she was too cheap to buy a swimsuit?
Or maybe she didn't dare wear one from the DAV, where she bought ALL of her clothes? (Disabled Veterans Army or something was the name of my mom's favorite thrift store in Oceanside, CA - I spent literal days there while growing up - I can still smell the place)
Or maybe mom used to swim but, she gave up trying to have fun at the beach after the 4th child, which just so happened to be me?
I really should ask her. I think she may be a little afraid of the water. I cannot recall her EVER getting in the water with us at a pool or a beach.
I do recall many water fights. I mean the woman knew how to have fun, but she just had to have her clothes on.
Well, if you are one of THOSE moms, I implore you to just get in the pool. Your kids don't care. And, really nobody else does either. Let go of the gawking teenagers.
If you need a little extra motivation, read this. (you're welcome to Mindi for the link love) If you haven't read the link yet, go on, Mindi will make you laugh and give you some much needed confidence.
And if Mindi's story doesn't work, maybe mine will.
The other day while at the fountains with the kids, I took off my pants to go out in the water with Brayden, my niece Lily started to stare at me. She kept staring for about 15 minutes. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but kept reminding myself that she in only five.
I was relieved when Lily finally busted out with. "Emo, (this is what she calls me, it means Aunt in Korean) you have very strong legs. They are stronger than mine." Her bust out made me bust out. Yeah, they are strong alright. They've got to be so they can provide a place for all that cellulite. Well, it was nice to have that over with. Once she said her peace, she ran off to play and I could finally get out from under a child's scrutiny.
But, hey, I now know that my legs are strong, whereas before I just always thought that they were the place my body prefers to store my fat.