I bought a bathing suit yesterday. No, I bought two bathing suits. And, it was one of the most humbling moments I’ve had in a long time.
I’ve been going through some things lately. So, I’m covered in worry, self-doubt, anxiety and…did I mention the worry yet? But, I needed a new suit because mine were all…well…stretched from pregnancy, worn out and just not okay any longer. After a few hours in the pool with my daughter, we both decided it was time to go shopping for a suit.
If you don’t know Miss P yet, she is the fashionista of all fashionistas. I take her shopping with me and she gives you her opinion, flat-out, no matter what, whenever she has an opinion to give. So, who better to bring to do the dreaded bathing suit shop?
In the past few months, I’ve worked hard to get healthy again. My Hashimoto’s Disease wreaked havoc on me over the summer, as did the copious amount of alcohol and general not giving a flying f**k about nutrition. It landed me about 20lbs heavier than what is healthy for my body. So, I got bloodwork done, revisited my medication, stopped drinking and whaaaaat?…fueled my body with proper nutrition.
All that to say, I’m feeling better in my skin now. But, bathing suit shopping? Ugh. The lights in there. The sizing. The looking at yourself in a full-length mirror and…assessing…
We got to the store and Miss P went to work. She pulled many suits, quite a few with glitter (not unexpected) and we headed to the change room.
Now, I never talk poorly about my body in front of my daughter. In fact, I don’t talk about my body at all in front of her. It’s a non-issue when it comes to my opinion about my body when she’s near me. But, in my head, I was filled with dread at the thought of stripping down and putting these damn sparkly suits on.
But…in we went.
“That one is super fun and silly, Mommy…just like you. You should get that one!”.
“That one is the color of your eyes…all loving and stuff. You should get that one!”.
“That one is…TOO SMALL…bahahahahaha…your butt is hanging out!”.
“Mommy, you’re strong and powerful”.
“That one is sooooooooo pretty, we will have a lot of fun in the pool together with that one”.
Nothing…not one WORD about my body. Minus the butt comment, but to be fair…it was one of those scrunchy bum bottoms where your ass is literally hanging out.
But other than that, her comments were about how the suits reflected my personality, how much fun we would have and what she thinks of her Mama. It was totally humbling and I left the change room with two suits in hand and some serious confidence that I’m raising her right.
Seeing the experience through my daughter’s eyes was incredible. She took any anxiety or self-doubt away and made it all about the experiences we could have in each suit. She created scenarios we plan on carrying out and she focused solely on those scenarios, love, laughter and good times.
Oh, and because I know you all will ask, here are the suits she decided on, surprisingly no pink OR glitter:
Mamas, don’t talk about your body in front of your little ones. Try really hard not to. Talk about how your body allows you to experience new things, try new things and create memories with your kiddos. It’s an incredible feeling when you realize they’re listening and putting your hard work to good use.
And, if you ever need someone to take you bathing suit shopping, Miss P is mine…you’ll need to find your own. But, I bet your kiddo would love taking you into the change room and telling you all the fun things you two could get up to in different suits. It’s incredible…and I cannot wait to start ticking off the ideas she came up with.
So go on. Bite the bullet and look at bathing suit shopping as a chance to holiday plan! It’s the weirdest suggestion I think I’ve ever given, but it totally changed the way I think of bathing suit shopping.