So, this past weekend, I ended up lakeside, in a life vest and swimsuit, somewhat unexpectedly.
I was spending the weekend with some friends from college, former roomates in fact. This particular group of friends is very silly, with lots of inside jokes and animated storytelling. We are sometimes so silly that its a bit overwhelming and tiresome. We usually get together quarterly, but in this instance hadn’t been all together for 8 months, so we were geared up for some serious fun.
We had originally intended to go indoor rock climbing, an idea that I was pretty comfortable with, since I used to climb pretty often, lo these 30 pounds ago. Instead, last minute, we decided that we’d rather go to the lake and ride jet-skis (cheap) vs. climbing ($$$). I was fine with this until I realized that I would need to be wearing a bathing suit, in a public space, in order to accomplish this grand adventure.
Don’t get me wrong, I love going to the lake and riding jet-skis as much as the next girl, but I was in the company of 3 fairly petite/thin ladies and 2 dudes. Secretly, I was worried. And to be honest, I was a little tired and cranky, since we’d stayed up late and eaten too much Mexican food the night before.
Ultimately, I was worried that my normally very gracious friends would find this the appropriate time to remark- “gosh, Queenie, have a little too much queso yesterday?” or “whoa, time to lay off the wine!” or even the innocuous “is that a new suit?”
Reluctantly, I decided that I was not going to let my fears paralyze me or impede my
enjoyment, or taint the sheer fun that I knew awaited me aboard that jet-ski. I gave myself a little pep
talk, as I put on my black and white polka dot tank suit, which earlier
in the summer had made me feel so sexy, in the privacy of my own pool.
I bit my tongue when I wanted to make a ‘joking’ comment to the
bikini-wearers of the group about how gross I was in comparison. I
sought new mental avenues, when I caught myself worrying about whether
my legs were ‘safe’ to be seen without shorts.
the end, we had a blast; I rode the tube until I flew off it. I wore a
swim suit in public and didn’t hate myself for it. Better than that, I
was PHOTOGRAPHED wearing a swim suit. and lived to tell the tale.
having fun after all.
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