Me vs. The Swimsuit

It was a good day until I tried on old swimsuits.

Do I have to say anything more?

Ugh...

I'm spending the next few days in Kentucky with my mother and my nieces. It's an 8-9 hour drive (depending on how many times I stop). The first thing my niece told me on the phone a few hours ago? "Don't forget your swimsuit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There's no getting out of it now. There's no use praying for an entire week of rain. It's me vs the swimsuit all week long.

The ones I used to wear are too small. Or I am too large? Even the ones that fit still look ridiculous. Who ever invented swimsuits in the first place?

But...


I told myself I won't let this ruin my good time. I don't get to see my nieces often, only a few times a year. I'm not going to waste it by being miserable and insecure.

We're going to swim. We're going to jump on their trampoline. We're going to go to the park. We're going to talk about Team Jacob and Team Edward and whatever else 6 year-olds and 9 year-olds like to talk about.

And we're going to love it.