Sunday, November 21, 2004

Bathing Suit Blues

I've been shopping for a bathing suit for my trip & now I'm so depressed. I don't hate my body. I went through all of that angst during my teens & early twenties. I'm also not a self conscious person. I walk around in my apartment & even sleep naked, but I hate bathing suits. I need an athletic suit for Costa Rican adventures. Have you ever tried those things on? They are suppose to fit like a glove so you don't get a wedgey while swimming, well they also accentuate any slight bit of fat that you may have. Even my back looked blubbery in the thing. So, I'm at a loss. I need a suit, but don't think I can handle another day of standing in front of a mirror while the fluorescent lights make my cellulite thighs glow. YUCK! I'm going to see if they have nude beaches there. If the monkeys are going to be naked then so shall I.

Posted by Dawn Falcone @ 11:38 AM 7 comments

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At 11:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Forget the suit-- go commando! ~bluepoppy

 
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At 10:54 AM, Blogger bex said...

what about something practical but not so squeezy like a tank-ini?

 
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At 4:57 PM, Blogger Dawn Falcone said...

That's a good idea. I started looking at those yesterday.

 
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