How to Psych Yourself Up to Wear the Dang Swimsuit
5.13.2019
Before our kid-free vacation to Maui last month, I was a little panicked but probably not for the reasons you think. I mean, sure, I had a little anxiety about leaving the twins for six days with relative strangers (grandparents they only see a few times a year), but I was actually more worried about parading around in a swimsuit.
As I faced myself in the mirror in my new cute suit, I was frustrated. I had squeezed in a few extra workouts, removed all the hair on my body (minus eyebrows and head) and even got a spray tan. Instead of admiring myself and thanking my healthy body, I found myself wishing I looked “better.” Bigger boobs! Longer legs! Flatter stomach! I was frustrated that here I was, the proud mom of two crazy toddlers about to embark on an amazing, romantic trip with my husband, and all I cared about was my body in a swimsuit.
As I faced myself in the mirror in my new cute suit, I was frustrated. I had squeezed in a few extra workouts, removed all the hair on my body (minus eyebrows and head) and even got a spray tan. Instead of admiring myself and thanking my healthy body, I found myself wishing I looked “better.” Bigger boobs! Longer legs! Flatter stomach! I was frustrated that here I was, the proud mom of two crazy toddlers about to embark on an amazing, romantic trip with my husband, and all I cared about was my body in a swimsuit.
