So I've been helping plan a bachelorette weekend for a friend. The weekend is nearly upon us, and I have realized with dawning horror it means I have to get into a swimsuit. On the beach. In front of people. Today two of my dear friends decided they were going to order suits from Victoria's Secret and go in together on the order to get free shipping, and told me to pick out the one I wanted and I could get in on the deal too. Lemme tells you something: Vikki's ain't got one thing that would be flattering on me. I'm going to hold out until they reveal their Pink! line of burquas, then maybe I'll whip out the ol credit card. Maybe they'll have the Sweeney Todd Collection soon (see photo).
I wasn't always this averse to swimwear; in fact I was a lifeguard for many a year. I never gave it a thought- I just threw on whichever suit was dry. One-piece, two-piece, tankini, etc. As long as it was dry and didn't have a "pool funk" smell to it. I wore one suit up on the stand that I now consider to be scandalously skimpy, and am somewhat appalled at photographs. Guess that means I'm getting old, eh?