I was all prepared to write a (hopefully) helpful post about my body type, the problematic areas and some tricks I’ve learned to help camo those said areas when all of sudden an emergency developed. I need help y’all, and I need it fast. And yes I just used the word “y’all.” That should tell you a little about my state of mind right now.
We just got invited to go sailing Sunday. I should preface this by saying there’s almost nothing I’d rather be doing than chillin’ on a boat on a body of water, anytime, anywhere. And this particular body of water, Lake Murray, happens to be one of my favorites, ever. My first grown-up house was on the shores of this lake. I got married in Brian’s dad’s back yard which also happens to be on the shores of this lake. I love this lake lots. And while I’ve been on all sorts of different boats, I’ve never been on a sail boat and I’m darn excited about it.
I’m sure you’ve already guessed what the problem is, right?
Summer + water activity = minimal clothing. It technically actually means a bathing suit, but -hahaha – let’s just take that out of the equation RIGHT NOW because it’s not even a remote possibility. Add into the mix that the girl portion of the couple who invited us is thirteen years younger than me, VERY thin, blonde and has a literal just-back-from Jamaica tan. I know; I’ve seen her vacation pictures on Facebook. Girl’s lookin’ HOT. And I hate, hate, HATE I’m even having these so predictable insecurity feelings we females tend to harbor so well. I happen to like this girl very much and every time we’ve hung out I’ve had a great time with her. Believe me, I’ve been in situations where the hot girl in the group is NOT nice and that’s just no fun at all. This is nothing like that.
I know I need to get over myself and stop being such a putz. It’s not like being the older and fatter of the two women is going to ruin my time Sunday. Seriously. I just really wish I could think of something appropriate to wear that won’t make me feel like a self-conscious boob all damn day. Or even better, re-train my brain not to ever think like this again. It’s not productive or useful, a complete waste of energy and it makes me feel really stupid.