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Bathing Suit RANT
I got a bathing suit...holy crap!
Obviously whoever makes bathing suits...never has to wear them. I was thinking...OK, I'm 46 and maybe it's time to put away the bikini (at least when other people are around). I figured it might be time to try a one piece. Uggh! How do they jump from slut-puppy-hoochie-mama ...straight to geriatric avon lady?? I felt fairly sure that bathing suits were not supposed to hurt either, I'm talking physically. Which tells me to go up a size. Now I've come a long way baby -as far as hang-ups on the whole size/number on the scale issue but by the time I found pain-free suits I wanted to shoot myself in the freakin' head. To add insult to injury...I'm pretty sure I had sex with one of the devices. Could they put them in more intrusive spots? I'm also not sure how it happened but after wrestling one suit off, looking in the mirror (checking for injuries) seeing my underwear tucked into places it was never supposed to be...I found one of those paper crotch guards plastered to my calf. It appeared to be super-glued to my leg, so why it failed to stay in place protecting the crotch it was intended for...I have no idea!
Now the suits that say "Instantly makes you look 10 pounds thinner!" fail to mention that the 10 pound reduction come straight off your boobs! They boast of smoothing everything out, when what they really mean is that you'd better enjoy a uniboob. I found that they bind your flesh, from the collar bone down until every ounce of skin pops out below the loose fitting rim of your boy-shorts. I'm pretty sure I look better naked than in one of these contraptions. The only pleasure I got out of the whole experience was the look of mortification on my husband's face...each time I stepped out to model a new suit. The words that actually left his mouth were..."Oh, that one looks nice" while his expression screamed..."Where the fuck is your other boob? and what the hell is hanging out of the back of that wedgie?!" aaah.
Needless to say, I spent the balance of the day eating every left-over in the fridge-the ones I hated the first time around. Now that fixes everything!