Bikini blues, or, more accurately, bikini turquoises.
Today, as i was fishing around the closet looking for a pair of underwear, i came across a bikini bottom. Obviously this was a pre-baby relic. But i thought, "what the heck, lets see how bad it really is." So i fished around in the closet for the matching top and commenced with insertion of myself into this fossil of my youth....
an aside, for just a moment: I say "fossil of my youth" and while it's true that the bikini was from when i was younger than i am now i didn't actually wear a "real" bathing suit from the time i was about 10 till i was 24. I made do with hiding my form under large, sopping wet t-shirts or, when i was slightly more comfortable, sports bras and baggy men's swim trunks. It's a pity, a crying shame really, that i didn't take advantage of the nice body that i had in my later teen years. Small, limber, flat-stomached. Imagine the swim suits! All that time wasted under fabric, thinking that my chest was too small and butt was too big to pull off a bikini.
...so i inserted. And i walked out into the hallway to take a look in the full length mirror. And to my utter astonishment what i saw in the mirror wasn't half bad. In fact, considering there was a 10 pound baby all up in my belly and she had to be cut out of me, i looked pretty good. Granted, i won't be winning any beauty contests and if i were to run down a beach there'd be a whole lotta jiggling but it's pretty doubtful that it would be in the Baywatch places. Still though, i don't think that people would run screaming from me. And if i maybe won't be turning heads, at least they won't be turning away. Besides, i'm old enough now to not care overly much what other people think about the way i look. If i think that my body is okay enough to put back into a bikini, God dammit, i'm going to.
an aside, for just a moment: I say "fossil of my youth" and while it's true that the bikini was from when i was younger than i am now i didn't actually wear a "real" bathing suit from the time i was about 10 till i was 24. I made do with hiding my form under large, sopping wet t-shirts or, when i was slightly more comfortable, sports bras and baggy men's swim trunks. It's a pity, a crying shame really, that i didn't take advantage of the nice body that i had in my later teen years. Small, limber, flat-stomached. Imagine the swim suits! All that time wasted under fabric, thinking that my chest was too small and butt was too big to pull off a bikini.
...so i inserted. And i walked out into the hallway to take a look in the full length mirror. And to my utter astonishment what i saw in the mirror wasn't half bad. In fact, considering there was a 10 pound baby all up in my belly and she had to be cut out of me, i looked pretty good. Granted, i won't be winning any beauty contests and if i were to run down a beach there'd be a whole lotta jiggling but it's pretty doubtful that it would be in the Baywatch places. Still though, i don't think that people would run screaming from me. And if i maybe won't be turning heads, at least they won't be turning away. Besides, i'm old enough now to not care overly much what other people think about the way i look. If i think that my body is okay enough to put back into a bikini, God dammit, i'm going to.