As summer approaches, the air is filled with excitement, and last year, a delightful surprise arrived in my mailbox—a catalog from Victoria’s Secret featuring their vibrant swimwear collection. I was puzzled as to how I ended up on their mailing list, considering I thought they only sold fancy lingerie. Nevertheless, I flipped through the pages, eyeing the alluring bikinis. For years, I dreamed of wearing one, envisioning a bubblegum pink suit adorned with those nostalgic ’70s ties. I pictured my smooth, tanned legs and a toned torso—an image that seemed worlds away from my reality.
This fantasy explains why, apart from a few distant memories, I had avoided bikinis like the plague. I’ve always been the type who believes in doing things right or not doing them at all, which led to countless summers filled with swim dresses and cover-ups. In fact, I once managed to spend an entire summer—twice!—without donning a swimsuit. Avoiding swimsuits was surprisingly easy, especially since I’m not a huge fan of water, whether at the pool or the beach.
But then, on page 29 of that catalog, a stunning pink and green string bikini caught my eye. I lingered on that page, feeling a stirring within me. I wanted that bikini. Could it be? At nearly 45 years old and after giving birth to three children, was I really about to make this leap? I questioned my judgment—could I truly pull this off? The logical answer was a resounding no, but the urgency to embrace this moment pushed me forward. This could be my last chance to wear something like that before fully embracing middle age.
Without overthinking it, I ordered the bikini. When it arrived, I was ecstatic—until the moment came to wear it in public. I stood there, staring at my safe floral swim dress, repeating “now or never” in my mind. With a mix of excitement and fear, I slipped into the bikini, pairing it with a cover-up I intended to keep on. But once I arrived at the beach and saw a diverse array of bodies, my confidence began to swell. I was a woman over forty, tired of being shackled by my distorted self-image.
Though I didn’t dramatically remove my cover-up and dance down the shore, I laid on my lounge chair, proudly displaying my body, a mix of empowerment and anxiety. On my next beach outing, I took the plunge and walked closer to the water. To my surprise, I wore that bikini all summer long and felt so liberated that I recently ordered a new one—this time in a bold blue hue.
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In summary, wearing a bikini as a mom of three may seem intimidating at first, but embracing your body and breaking free from societal expectations can be liberating. So go ahead, rock that bikini and celebrate who you are!