Or at least that what i used to think. I mean, I can truly think of very little that could classify as more humiliating than strutting around in a swimsuit in front of people you know when you are pudgy. So I used to run for the hills at the mere thought of a pool party invitation. I would miraculously contract a rare form of Malaria or be laid out in bed with Indonesian measles... and then be instantly cured as soon as the party was over. Whew. Bullet dodged. But at the end of the day, who was I spiting? Myself, of course, who was stuck at home while my friends were whooping it up, splashing around and enjoying their youth. I'm pretty sure my friends could care less if I was 50 pounds or 500 pounds, but in my head, donning a bathing suit publicly was on the same playing field as kissing your cousin - you just don't do it!
Fast forward a year and a hundred pounds and my outlook on swimwear has obviously drastically changed. Now you're lucky if I even wear clothes... haha BIG JUST KIDDING! But seriously, this past weekend, Memorial Day, I was invited to a BBQ complete with pool-time festivities and I wasn't apprehensive to go. In fact, I was looking forward to showing off my new bod. And boy was I well received. My friends, some of whom I have not seen in a while, were floored at my transformation. They were doling out compliments and expressing how proud they were of my hard work and how amazing I looked. I was on cloud nine and climbing. For the first time, in a long time, swimsuit season doesn't scare the ever-loving crap out of me. Instead, I am looking forward to being beach-bound all summer. And let me tell you, I can't wait!
