Thursday, December 22, 2011
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap...
And so the story goes. But this year, I am getting ready to go to Costa Rica for a post-holiday vacation, and I am wondering what bathing suits I will pack. Usually this thought process begins with what cover ups I will pack. But this time, I am not going to think that way. I am done with that negative behavior.
I have made the decision to live healthier, and I am making the decision to proudly wear my bathing suits without feeling self conscious. I won't be the most svelte person around, or the least svelte, but I AM NOT LOOKING. I tend to not look at people and notice weight, and I realize that I worry that people look at me and notice weight. If they live like that, they can be miserable in their judgmental lives. I, however, am happy and will be happy and proud showing my curves. People can smirk at my chubbiness in a bathing suit if they so choose. I will read my book on the beach or by the pool in the sun, with a good drink, and wonder what it is about them that makes them so unhappy and pray that they find the strength to realize it and change it.
So, for now, I am going through my bathing suit drawer and picking the ones that are most comfortable. I will then toss in a few coverups. And I'm not going to worry about it (note to self - worry about buying sunblock...). This, my friends, is very empowering!