Panic turns to joy

[heydooney]

The other day I bought a swimsuit. I got a medium because I am medium in size. I didn't want to try it on in the store because I was on a date night with my husband and didn't want to depress myself by looking at my post-partum stomach in the mirror.

I got it home, tried it on, and realized that parts of me that used to be pretty small and manageable are now giant (and lopsided, but we won't get into that) due to me currently breastfeeding two kids. This suit was obscene. The tiny triangles sewn to the top were just not leaving enough to the imagination.

So back I went, grabbed a few that looked cover-y off the rack and headed to the fitting room. First up, a cute bandana-type print two-piece (yeah, a tankini, remember the tummy thing). Size 12. Pulled the top over my head and it took my breath away. No, I did not look amazing. I mean literally, it took my breath away because it restricted my chest from expanding. Aside from that, it looked pretty cute, as long as I didn't plan on using oxygen. Covered the girls alright because it was a straight-across thing, not a badly-constructed M shape. Pulled on the bottoms and grimaced as I saw the sides sink into the fat on my thighs. It was like putting a rubber band on a balloon filled with pudding.

Now, I have had two kids and was pretty pleased with never going into double-digit sizing. I did go up a size or two, but I'm okay with that. (If you're hating me right now, relax - my family curse is a tiny frame and fast metabolism that lures you into getting used to eating whatever you want and not showing it... until you're about 25-30 and then it all catches up with you, and by then you're so entrenched in your eating habits you have to either starve or get used to sweatpants and 2XL's. So chill, OK?) I was even alright with wearing a 12, but a 12 being too small was just too much.

So as I stared at my lumpy reflection I thought, "this is it... I might as well go pick out a skirted abomination right now." I peeled off the offending suit and tossed it angrily on the bench. It was then that the little cardboard tag popped out and I read, "Girls 12."

[NoahsMomma418]

Jun. 26, 2009 at 9:14 PM

lol