Buy the Damn Bikini

This afternoon, I bought a bikini. Not a tankini. Not a cut out one piece, but an actual bikini.  A bikini. A bikini. Anyone who knows me well knows that decades (literally) of body loathing and low self-esteem and confidence have taken their toll, and I haven’t worn one since I was probably around 20 and deemed myself “acceptably thin enough” to pull it off. I haven’t bought a new suit since Q was a baby, so a full six years ago. And that was a one piece and a…

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