I thought I'd always been the type to fear swimsuit season.
I thought I'd always been the type to fear swimsuit season. Maybe. But there was a time in my life when I was apparently possessed of enough confidence to strut poolside in a string bikini. At least that's what my swimsuit collection tells me.
For the past three Summers, I've been in some state of either pregnancy or postpartum "WHAT IS MY BODY DOING?!" panic; so, needless to say, those bikinis have remained dormant at the very bottom of my drawer. In fact, some of them I've even permanently retired to a box in the basement wardrobe. But I digress.
Last Summer, just barely popping with our second, we took a family trip to Mexico. I had to find something to contain pregnant boobs, smooth the bulges of early pregnancy, and boost my confidence enough to not detract from the fun of seeing my then-16-month-old on the beach for the first time. When it's time for fun in the sun with your family, the last thing you want to worry about is tugging a swimsuit back into place.
That's when I saw it! It wasn't the awful maternity options turned out by Motherhood and Target. It wasn't some ridiculous attempt to put myself into a two-piece. (Some moms-to-be can pull this off; my pregnant tummy ain't that cute.) And it wasn't reminiscent of something my grandmother wore once either.