Raise your hand if you’ve seen a curvy woman wearing a skimpy outfit and had the thought, I’d never wear that!
You know the woman I mean. The one with the soft belly and the extra bit of flab and the stretch marks. All the things that you cover up. All the things you’re ashamed of. All the things you wish you could show off.
Why the f*ck can’t you?
The first time I remember seeing a curvy mom in a bikini, I thought, she’s too big to wear that. Full truth. I hate that I thought it, but I did. A few seconds later, when I was still staring at her tiny black triangles not really holding up her breasts, and the tiny bottoms that disappeared under her belly, I thought, Well, damn. Good for her. It’s hot out here, and she’s with her significant other and kids, and she looks better than I ever would in that.
I was jealous! I hated it, but I totally was. Her kids were younger than mine, so in my messed up head, I should have lost the baby weight that she’d lost. Her belly was smaller, her boobs perkier, everything about her said she was better than me. And I was judging her for it.
It had nothing to do with her, except I wanted her confidence.
I still want her confidence.
Have you seen the new commercials for Halo Top ice cream? With the woman dancing around in her underwear eating the ice cream? I want her confidence, too. I want to let go and enjoy life. I want to wear the bikini and eat the ice cream and dance in my underwear and know that
Why do we care so much? Flaunt those curves! Dance in your underwear. Eat the ice cream. And buy the damn bikini because you deserve to be exactly who you are!