The dressing room

 - by Sarah Lipoff

Trying on swimsuits can deplete even a hotty’s body image. Who knows anyone that goes into a dressing room with a selection of swimsuits and comes out prancing about all proud of their selection? I sure don’t. And, if you do, make sure NOT to bring them along when you decide it’s time to venture into the world of swimsuits.

I signed my baby up for swim classes because my good friend signed her daughter up and using the excuse that I haven’t worn a suit in over three years just didn’t seem to hack it. Even for me, the master of excuses, I knew I had to do it. I had to get over it and buy a swimsuit.

Not only did I set off on the swimsuit purchasing venture with the baby in tow, but also the husband. I wanted to go at it alone, but there is no one (NO ONE) more critical and honest than my husband. If a swimsuit passes his test, then I know I wont be making a fool of myself when I am forced to jump into the kiddie pool with all the other moms during swim class.

After trying on hundreds and millions of suits – well, really about 10, I made a selection and the husband gave my choice a somewhat favorable nod. I couldn’t believe it. The amount of pasty white skin shining back at me was almost blinding. But, I was determined. I WOULD wear a swimsuit and be proud – kind of.

With my purchase tucked under my arm, I even braved the though of laying out in my new swimsuit on a sunny afternoon to lightly bronze my extra-white skin. But then the fear of one of my neighbors seeing me brought me back to reality.

Do you think anyone will look at me funny if I wear my clothes in the pool?

*notice there isn’t a picture to accompany this post. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a swimsuit photo shoot quite yet.

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