I had to get documentation of this, my wearing a two piece bathing suit after nearly a decade of being too self-conscious to dare bare my gut.
Sure, there’s a little overhang. Sure, my belly is whiter than snow. Sure, my stretch marks peek over the top of my waistband to greet you. But who CARES?
Here’s the butter on our toast, making peace with our abounding imperfections, and blossoming confidence in our old age.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and tan my alabaster abdomen.