Reaching in to the chest of drawers I pulled out the suit and yanked the fabric over my legs, grunting and stretching it over my body.
Today the snug fit and revealing cut didn’t bother me.
Without looking in the mirror, or finding a wrap, I ran out the door to the top deck, letting the door slam on the way out.
Their eyes were wide with surprise and peaked with curiosity as I began my quick descent down the stairs.
“last one in is a rotten egg!”
Sitting under the hot sun, with very little relief but the breeze from the waves, I will myself to take my cover-up off.
To confidently sit and enjoy the beach.
And not wish that every single other body had been given to me instead of the one I have.
I don’t want to be like that!
Always obsessing about my weight!
Then just accept yourself for who you are. Stop obsessing about what you look like.
I have. I do. I don’t obsess!
… I do?
.. I do. How do I stop?
Accept yourself for who you are.
No. I can’t.
The cool water danced around my face as I floated beside my family, their giggles and splashes becoming muffled as I sunk further into the refreshing depths
Closing my eyes and drifting made me feel weightless.
I let myself get lost in the feeling and sounds of happiness, drinking in the perfection.
Feeling confidently happy.
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