To the girl at the beach
While your pink, barely there, bikini and tanned skin make you the envy of us more round, plus size models, I’m not one to get down on my mothering hips too quickly.
They have grown a baby, cuddled her when she needed me (and when I needed her), and provided a soft landing when she jumped from a full run into my arms.
Your shape I would have killed for in college; slim arms and a tiny waist that lead to the perfect bum. Does one look at your long beautiful hair or the tattoo placed perfectly on your side?
We weren’t sure so we just stared at you. Me in my takini with my bra underneath and Brian, with his swim trunks on complete with underwear.
Because we like to feel secure.
While you lounged with you suit untied and the tops of your barely there boobs out we waited for a nip slip.
And I’ll never understand why you needed to pull up your suit top to check the status of your nipples but when you did we all breathed a sigh of relief and got a free show.
Because we knew it was coming.
And guess what?