I took my shirt off today. It took a little self-convincing and a few boosts of self-esteem from my friend Ilona, but off it finally came, even if it was for only about 20 minutes. Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, I had a bathing suit on...
Like many women, I'm extremely self-conscious of my body. I'm not what you would call a slim girl, I've got some curves...excuse me, CURVES. And, it's taken me a loooong time to kind of accept that. I say 'kind of,' because what girl ever really accepts their body? I'll always want to be slimmer, flatter, leaner and a little less round. But, I've seen the stock I come from, and we're not a tiny people. So, I vow to exercise, try and eat right and become the healthiest version of me I can. I mean, what's wrong with a few curves?
Anyway, back to the shirt. I ventured out on a boat with my friend Ilona and her boyfriend. Of course, bathing suits are the most appropriate attire, but I don't usually roll that way. I'm a cover it up kind of gal, no need to flaunt what I don't have, though I must say, I've been easing up on caring as I get older. For example, I'll wear my bathing suit at a pool where I don't know a soul. (Who cares what strangers think?) But, I RARELY lose the shirt when I'm around people I know. So I'm sitting on this boat, roasting my butt off in the sun and realize how ridiculous I look being the only person in shorts and a t-shirt. Plus, these are my friends! People I love and who love me back! What are they going to do, flip me overboard and take off cuz I'm not a size 6? I really think they can tell that before the shirt comes off! So, off it finally came. So what if it took me the first 2 hours to work up the nerve. So what if it was only for about 20 minutes and I was slightly hyperventilating the entire time I clutched the shirt in my lap. I did it. No one laughed, no one gasped, in fact, I don't think anyone really noticed...or cared. So, next time, it'll slide off a little sooner.
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