In 4 weeks time, I get to stand by my best friends side as she says “I do“. I am so honoured, humbled and excited that I get to be a bridesmaid to her.
With the excitement though, comes some anxiety.
Not for the wedding, or the day, but for the fact that i’ll be going abroad for the first time in 11 years…and that I have to wear a swimsuit 😬.
I haven’t been looking after myself as I should. I’ve been eating all the wrong things, I haven’t been sleeping well and have just let everything else take priority above myself.
I have taken massive steps in terms of my confidence and have been pushing myself out of my comfort zone and wearing what I want, rather than just to cover up.
A bikini, or a swimsuit is a whole other matter though.
Wearing a swimsuit is the reason I haven’t been near a pool in over a decade. When I see it written in black and white, I know it’s ludicrous.
Why should it matter if I don’t have a thigh gap, or that my boobs aren’t up under my chin, or that my cellulite is exposed.
Do you know what? It actually doesn’t. I’ve had stern words with myself whilst looking at swimwear online and i’ve decided enough is enough.
I WILL be sitting beside the pool, reading a book with my 5th pina colada of the day. I’m not there to impress anyone. I’m not there to justify my body or size to anyone.
I’m there to relax. To breathe. To be grateful. To be present.
When I sit down and my thighs clap together, i’m just going to take that as my body giving me a round of applause for being alive. ❤
When my boobs hang to the side when I lie down, i’ll just think of them as my very own built in pool floats 😂
So do it.
Throw off the sarong. Enjoy the heat. Let it all hang out and love your life.
We only get one…now where’s my credit card? 🤔
Much love. Xx