I was at Walmart yesterday and saw TWO magazines with the term “beach body.” As in “get yourself beach body ready.”
Here’s the deal -> If you’ve got a body, you’re ready for the beach. Period. Nobody is looking at you anyway – they’re all too busy sucking in their own stomachs. Promise. The whole point is to enjoy the scenery and the food and the people you’re with AT the beach. Not to be worrying what you’ll look like in pictures.
We leave for the beach in just two weeks and I’m planning to LIVE IT UP! I’m also planning on leaving any insecurities I might have at home. I’ll be sporting a baby on my hip and a pink bikini on my body. I might be skinnier than you. I might be fatter than you. I might look like a fool running after her kids on the sand. I might forget to suck my gut in. I might have cellulite that shows on my (very white) thighs. I might just go running on the beach with double sports bras on and some short shorts. Who knows!?!?
No matter what, I’m going to have fun. And as long as my body allows me to run and play and hop and be able to do all the things physically that I want it to do, I’ll be happy about that. If you ask me, there’s nothing sexier than self confidence. Why is this concept so hard for us women to grasp?!? Ask any man and he’ll tell you – confidence goes a long way! It just looks good on us.
I like myself. And I like this body. The one I have right this very second. And that’s ok to say out loud.
I’m totally beach body ready.