For the first time in years, I'm looking forward to donning a swimsuit and jumping in the lake. Yeah, yeah, I know a few – OK, a lot – of you have hoped I'd go jump in a lake some day. I'm more apt to do so this year because I'm 30 pounds lighter than last tourist season, er, summer. However, I have nothing on the other gender when it comes to wearing a bathing suit in public. In a recent post, blogger Katrina/Notes on a Napkin described the horrors of standing nekkid in front of "the relentless 3-way mirror" as you consider your choice of a new suit: "Every mole, every pocket of cellulite, every clandestine slice of forbidden cheesecake is illuminated in the harsh glare of the unforgiving fluorescent lights. The illusory mental image you keep of yourself (and protect at all costs by refusing to allow people to take photos of you and squinting your eyes when you look in the mirror after getting out of the shower) is, in one unguarded moment, shattered. Truth sculpted in lime green nylon. And to add insult to injury, you notice with embarrassment that your bikini line needs some serious attention." Males, "with their smug little way of walking into the store and buying the first bathing suit they see off the rack, don't have a clue" about the horrors of the swimsuit season, Katrina adds. You can read how Katrina did with her 2007 swimsuit search and Alice Rankin's garden tips by clicking on Huckleberries Online today.
Full Notes on a Napkin post by Katrina here