It’s that time of year again. Thanksgiving and Christmas are behind us, the winter sales have emptied our pockets – what was left over after paying for all those presents and parties – and we’re starting to fill out the jogging pants which were meant to be loose and comfortable. Some of us, at least from what we feel, are starting to look like the Women of Walmart. What we really want to look like – and feel like – is one of those sporting women with muscles and curves in all the right places and all the right sizes, rather than lumped together in one mass around our hips.
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Because there is nothing worse than lying in the sun, on the beach or poolside, being served our favorite cocktails and feeling, well, bleh.
And all those stunning bikinis we’ve seen in the shops, on fashion TV, in the catalogs and holiday broschures. And, of course, there is the memory of what we think we looked like last year, or perhaps it was the year before, when we were young(er) and attractive(r) and all the right people would stop or stumble when they saw us. Now, as winter comes to an end, we feel like a beached whale and worry that, if we lie on the sun-soaked beach in this condition, Greenpeace is going to storm the coastline with their rubber boats and try to get us back in the water alive.
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To be honest, I dislike this time of year intensely precisely for this reason. This need to make ourselves fit for the tropics again, fit for public view, fit enough to fit inside a tiny bikini – with or without polka dots – without excess spilling over the edges. But it is what society seems to expect or, to put it slightly better, it is what we imagine society expects from us. Young, beautiful and in a tightly fitting slip of nothing.
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And we all know what some people really want to see – well, we all know what we want to see too, but we’re the exceptions, when we look we just look and admire, everyone else is either a stalker or a pervert. Well, except for that one, maybe two, who we’ve seen who really could make a girl’s night. And then our imagination goes wild again, in a highly respectable way, and we see that beach scene filled with fitter than fit women who are only interested in seeing, in being with us and it’s all…
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.. whereas, in reality, we feel:
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Sometimes I wish the one-piece really was coming back into fashion!
Love & Kisses, Viki.