So, what am I doing right now as I write this? Do you really want to know?
Well, it doesn't really matter, and since I doubt few of my readers would have been distracted or put off by such a simple warning, than to them goes the blame of "reading-that-which-should-maybe-not-be-read".
Anyway, I'm sitting here butt-naked covered in tanning lotion.
And why? Because I'm incredibly vain that's why!
Tomorrow is the fateful day where I step out in full view of my friends and the world in the skimpiest clothing most people are likely to wear outside of the bedroom or certain adult clubs… a bathing suit.
You see, I've become an expert at knowing which styles look good on me and why. No bright patterns or solid color tops to avoid emphasizing my broad shoulders. Pants with belts to suck in the waist and accentuate my hips. The old tricks for fooling people into saying "Well, you look like a size 14". *s*
Anyway, for tomorrow apart from the intense jealousy of having friends who have waists, there's the issue of "the tuck", which shouldn't be too much of a problem I hope. Strangers won't know to look and my friends will hopefully know better than to stare.
Damn these shoulders of mine though. Oh well, I'll fake an accent and say I'm a swimmer from the Netherlands taking a break after the Olympics.
As you can see by the amount I've written so far on this one little thing, it's quite a big issue/step for me. Of course in a few days/months I'll probably wonder what I was stressing about.
So far the rest of the week has been relatively unexciting. On Sunday there is a BBQ at Peta G's place which I am looking forward too, perhaps I can show off my exotic sunburn which I'm expecting to collect tomorrow.
But, back to the beach.
This will be only my second trip to the beach in about 5 years, with the last time being in mid-February for Susan's 21st birthday celebrations. Back then I went for shorts, a T-shirt and a sports bra when I was in the water. Apart from having a chemical sensitivity hangover from the Roaccutane which would have turned my skin into burnt parchment, I was having my angsty transitional issues about my body as the estrogenic effects started to come online.
This time however, once I relax I am really looking forward to enjoying the simple pleasure of swimming in the ocean.
10:45 pm - One shower later, and the icky goo is all gone.
Don't think that I'm going for Miss Pebbly Beach Beauty 2000 with this tan stuff, I simply figured it would be best if the world was spared sudden exposed to large patches of pasty white flesh… particularly my own.
Wow, how scary. I actually like what I see when I wear this swim-suit. I fully admit there good be room for improvement, particularly in the bust region, but I do like what I see. :)
Good god, my own bra's, my own swimmers, where will this all end?!? One day I may even have a real wardrobe to hang them in.