(A great way to build self-esteem)
Walk into your neighborhood book store and head on over to the self-help section. Once there, you'll be sure to find rows upon rows of well written words of advise from self-proclaimed doctors, psychologists, and get well gurus who will gladly fill your head with pages of wondrous wisdom designed to lead you on the path to endless joy and self-fulfillment.
However, I have a faster way to get you thinking about how wonderful you are.
Go bathing suit shopping.
In every department store in the world, sales reps should change the signage from "bathing suit" department to "self-help" department. For once there, you'll hear women crying, screaming, pounding their heads on the walls, all in an effort to "let it all out" and follow that glorious path of self-improvement!
It had been quite some time since I took this self-improvement journey. However, during a recent visit to our local swim club, I looked down at the bathing suit fit snugly on my body and noticed a (gasp) tear in the fabric. Hoping my fellow pool mates would not see the
Of course, after discovering this wardrobe malfunction, I realized I could no longer don this particular piece of swim wear, leaving me with only one bathing suit left in my closet. I could opt to wear this same suit over and over, however, my pool mates would most certainly notice.
Pool mate one: "Can you believe Lisa is wearing that bathing suit again?"
Pool mate two: "I know, she wore it last weekend, can you believe it?"
Pool mate one: "She probably didn't even wash it."
Pool mate two: "Well at least she's not wearing that horrible suit with the 10 inch tear."
With no other choice left to me, I set out to procure a new bathing suit, and to build some self-esteem along the way.
So off I traveled to the department store and proceeded to the "self-improvement" section. I suppose many women had already visited this part of the store for enlightenment, since the majority of the suits were marked at 60 percent off. Woo hoo! I felt better already.
Although the self-improvement section had slim pickings, I managed to find a handful in my size (whale). Carrying suits of yellow, orange, black, and blue, I made my way into the dressing room. The distinct sounds of sobs told me I had come to the right place. I smiled to myself, knowing that so many other women were coming here to feel better.
I secured the dressing room door and wrestled with bathing suit number one, which immediately transformed me into a hippopotamus. Although the "zoo animal" look certainly was chic, I decided to keep searching.
A sizzling, multi-colored number beckoned to me, and I happily struggled to get my various body parts through and under and around and over the multiple twists and straps. I glanced in the mirror, only to see a reflection of a well endowed woman who revealed much more of her "endowment" than anyone but her husband should ever see, if you know what I mean. I could feel the lump start to form in the back of my throat. Oh boy, my self-esteem monitor was really started to rise!!
Next came a black beauty which promised to turn each woman who dared squeeze through the straps into a runway model. I put one leg in, then the other, and up I pulled. Yes, I could certainly see myself walking down the runway in this little baby....if I had been modeling MATERNITY CLOTHES.
The lump in my throat grew in size as I wiped a tear off my puffy cheek. I was not afraid to let my emotions flow freely and fully embrace this self-improvement stuff!
One more to try on, a conservative blue and white bland bathing suit which sat alone on the rack, marked at 80 percent off, and praying that someone, anyone, would take it for a spin. This time, the suit slid on quite easily, and my "endowment" fit nice and snug and secure in all of the right places. I turned to look in the mirror and there, staring back at me stood......my grandmother. Perhaps the suit was a bit too conservative.
With tears flowing freely, I took all of the bathing suits and threw them on the floor of the dressing room, feeling much, much to good about myself to properly return them to their hangers.
I walked out of the department store empty handed, but with a healthy dose of renewed self-esteem.
I can't wait to go suit shopping again!!!
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Ha! Oh, Lisa, I feel your pain. Bathing suit shopping is not for the faint of heart. That's why I buy about 12 of them online (sucking up the shipping costs), try them on at home, then send back the ones I don't want (which is usually all of them) (again sucking up the return shipping costs.) Self-esteem comes with a price tag.ReplyDelete
PS: you do NOT wear size "whale," hot mama! :)
Thanks for the self-esteem boost Melissa....I know I'm not really in the "whale" category, it just feels like it!!!Delete
Just bought two from Lands End on line. Going to Mexico where no one will know me except my husband thank God!! Besides Lisa.......you look great.....It probably wasn't as bad as you think.ReplyDelete
I am so afraid to buy online...you never know if it will fit. Have a great time in Mexico Pam!!!!Delete
Self esteem? Try the nude bathing section of the beach- XD- if you are a size whale, it is definitely "Killer" whale- xoxo Love it.ReplyDelete
Yeah...I don't think I'll include the nude beach on my bucket list, thank you very much!!! Thanks for always reading my blogs Laura!!Delete
I hate when people say"YOU'RE THIN" THIS DOESN'T MEAN I LOOK GOOD IN A SUIT......If the top fits, then the bottom doesn't.... etc... It's so frustrating;( One day I think I hit 5 stores. When I stopped looking In finally found one. We should all go to the beach/pool in water proof shorts and t shirts.... All women feel ur pain..... xoxo BevReplyDelete
Lisa, I think we can all relate to that. Me especially, since you simply must have been following me around with a hidden camera this past few weeks as I, myself, searched in vain for a swimsuit. I came. I tried on. I left empty-handed, determined to try again (after I lose 30 pounds). Great piece, grandma! LOL!ReplyDelete
Yup, that was me stalking you with my hidden camera - I flew all the way to Ill. hahaDelete
Oh, dear Lady, you are so brave!!!ReplyDelete
I recently discovered I out-grew (grew out of) my suit about 25 pounds ago, and I too wandered bravely into the department...and wandered back out empty handed. I feel your pain, my friend. I feel your pain!
Oh Chris, I'm sure there is a perfect suit just for you!!Delete
LOL, Lisa! I find I can go without such drastic self-improvement. :-)ReplyDelete
Some Dark Romantic
It sure helped me!!Delete
I can't remember the last time I went bathing suit shopping. Before I head off to the store, I will do some mental conditioning.ReplyDelete
Yes, mental conditioning will always help!!! hahaDelete
You're not a "whale", you're a beautiful woman and mother.ReplyDelete
Blushing - oh thank you so much!!Delete
Bathing suit shopping is not for the faint hearted indeed. I am very happy with the current revival of fifties swimsuits, which are more generously cut.ReplyDelete