Something remarkable happened today.
I went bathing suit shopping and tried on over a dozen suits. Each suit I put on seemed worse than the next. What’s the remarkable part about this scenario? NOT ONCE did I have a moment of body hatred.
None of the suits worked out, but I didn’t blame my body. I blamed the suits. The cut wasn’t right, the style wasn’t flattering, or I didn’t like the print or color. My body is not wrong – the suits just didn’t work for my figure and I was okay with that. I left the dressing room just as peaceful as I walked in.
The only moment of annoyance I noticed during this whole experience was when I tried on a suit that seemed really tight and restrictive. I later noticed that it was one of those “miracle suits” that is supposed to make you look 10lbs slimmer. I was annoyed by the thought that our bodies have to be restricted from breathing and free movement, just so that we can look thinner. No thanks! I like to feel free when I’m in the water. That’s the point of swimming (for me anyway) and I would never buy a suit that I had trouble breathing in. Oh, the price of vanity! Call me crazy, but I enjoy my oxygen with abundant regularity.
The search for the right suit is still on, but I like that I loved my body in that dressing room today.
My body is not wrong. Neither is yours. Ever.