The Swedish Bikini Team and me – a different approach to body image
Thursday, February 21, 2013
A beer commercial in the early 90s featured a visual reference to this fictitious “team.”
At about the same time DH & I were planning a cruise and I went shopping for a new bathing suit. Unlike the cartoon character Cathy, this was never a horrible experience for me. I had a flat stomach, a waist and with the super construction and discreet padding of the fashion industry I could even simulate cleavage. Well, I did have that other ‘ass’et, but I figured that it would spend most of its time hidden in the deck chair. So, I chose a tasteful “bikini.” DH approved with “uh, yeah, you look fine.”
Once onboard I put on my new suit and my cover-up and off I went to get some sun.
I plopped myself down in a lounge chair and suddenly noticed that I was surrounded by clones of the Swedish Bikini Team. They were tall and blonde and buxom and there were a whole bunch of them. Oh dear, I looked much better by myself in the dressing room.
What to do? Perhaps I should wear my cover-up?
Maybe, change to a different suit?
No, there was another option. One deck up I discovered a whole bunch of ladies, my age and even older, all in their own 2 piece suits. They were talking and playing cards.
Now this is where I belonged. Attitude is affected by whom you hang out with.
I don’t mean this to be taken as an excuse not to improve oneself. Eventually, I got serious and dropped the weight. However, I won’t chase perfection or the media’s vision of perfection either.