Woke up with a headache, stiff back, achy feet, feeling my 55 years, even in paradise. I’m here as me, not trying to be a true beach girl. When did I last wear a bikini? Maybe age 12 or 13. After that it was all downhill in terms of weight and body image and bathing suit shopping torture.

These days I focus on enjoyment and doing things I love. My body enjoys water and hot yoga and all sorts of physical activity. I don’t need to be wiry and lithe to play outside, swim in every lake and ocean, and keep up with the tall thin humans. I’m 4’11” and curvy and healthy. I’ll never be on Vogue magazine or play a superhero in the movies.

Maybe I’ll enroll a bunch of people my age to be in a calendar like in that movie. Zach just reminded me of https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/calendar_girls
I’ll donate the proceeds to something supporting the well-being of women and girls. Then I’ll put on a swimsuit and splash around a pool, worrying less about how to be someone else’s version of good enough.
Who’s in?


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