Chubba Chubba

A few days I wrote a post about how good I felt in my skin. I was wearing a swimsuit for the week and I felt good. I am woman, hear me roar. I have imperfections and I feel fine. Well, the vacation is over and so is my positive attitude.

My husband downloaded the family vacation photos. Ugh! The positive body image spirit has been sucked out of that bottle I wrote about.

I knew that I was a little heavier. I was pregnant for almost 3 months and ate every cupcake I could find. I knew I hadn't lost the weight yet. But when I saw the photos, I almost fell over. That is my tummy? That is my chub hanging over my shorts? Really? Really? You almost say to yourself "Why didn't someone tell me?" But of course I would have killed them had they said one word.

I will not post a picture of myself here for people to say I look great or fine. I will not make promises to myself or to my friends. I am just saying that something has to change here in Indyworld. Now, I am going to go and drink a delicious glass of water and head to bed.

My Skin

A post brought to you straight from Myrtle Beach, our family vacation. Kiddos are asleep. I have lost a dozen rounds of solitaire. My in-laws are away for a late dinner and my hubby is playing video games with his brother. Yes, I should be reading my many books. And for the record, I have finished two and all of the magazines. I just had to check in.
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White and pale. So pale that I am almost blue. I am standing in the elevator in my bathing suit with people. They have all of their clothes on. I am wet and a little sandy. They are heading out to dinner and are nicely dressed for the evening. I am coming down with a fish net for my son. I stood there and I felt fine. I even talked to them. Wow. I can't believe I could do that without cringing.

A week of hanging out in my swimsuit with the kiddos will do that. I have no choice. I still have not found the perfect cover-up. Because of it, I have found new found freedom in my own skin. We are playing in the tide and digging large holes in the sand. We are playing ping pong and shuffle board in the water area in our suits. I spend most of the day wearing my suit and moving from beach to pool and then back again.

It is such a good feeling to see the imperfections and realize that it is OK. I am me and this is my body. It is my skin. Now, can I bottle this and save it for future occasions?