If a star like Emma Stone, who’s practically a human toothpick, faces criticism for her bikini body, what kind of courage does it take for someone like me—who’s got a bit more fluff—to step into that arena of body scrutiny?
Historically, bikinis and I have had an unspoken agreement: I stick to more modest swimwear. This became even more pronounced after having children and gaining extra pounds.
Yesterday marked the reopening of local stores, and my fourteen-year-old daughter was eager to hit the thrift shop. After a long wait in the sun, we finally dashed inside. With a strict 20-minute shopping limit, it felt like a reality show challenge to find the best second-hand clothes. My daughter was like a whirlwind, tossing items into her basket faster than you could say “sale.”
“Mom, what do you think about this?” she asked, waving a bikini in front of me. It was a vibrant shade reminiscent of a jewel from royalty—small enough to barely cover anything. My heart raced for a second before reality set in. Here we were, facing my long-held beliefs about swimwear. But then a sense of calm washed over me; it really didn’t matter.
“You should get one too!” she insisted, rummaging through the rack as if preparing for a fashion show. There was no mockery in her tone—she genuinely wanted me to consider wearing a bikini, even though I would be exposing my muffin top. The thought made me chuckle nervously!
Recently, my partner had made a deal with me: if I wore a bikini in public, he would don a life jacket and jump into a pool. I spotted a bikini in a blush color that seemed barely adequate for coverage. And just like that, a voice in my head—maybe my partner’s—urged me, “Just buy it.” So, I did.
A woman named Sarah once said, “The truth is, I am not fat; no one is fat. It’s not something you can be, but you can have fat.” And she’s right; we all have it, and it helps our bodies function.
When I tried on the bikini, my daughter gave me two enthusiastic thumbs up. She didn’t mention the rolls that peeked over the waistband. Suddenly, a light bulb went off: my perception of my body and my daughter’s view of me are worlds apart. While I see fat, she sees a warm embrace. To her, I’m the mom who runs errands and occasionally drags her out for yoga sessions. She’s seen me cross finish lines after running long distances.
Even if I don’t do all those things, I’m still her mom—the one who snuggled her and comforted her through tears. What I see as flaws, she sees as simply part of who I am. I’ve watched my own mother battle with self-acceptance for years; I certainly don’t want that for my daughter.
“Let’s sit outside in our bikinis!” she encouraged. So, I did.
“You have a fantastic body—it works hard for you!” a friend texted me, reminding me that my body deserves love and appreciation. Another friend suggested easing into bikini-wearing, starting with just the top.
“Send me a pic!” several friends chimed in. And so, I did.
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Summary
This piece explores the journey of self-acceptance and body positivity through the lens of wearing a bikini. The author reflects on the pressures of body image and the contrasting perspectives between her and her daughter. Ultimately, it promotes the idea that anyone can wear what they want, regardless of societal expectations or self-image challenges.