Start a conversation about bikinis with women around our age, and you’ll find the subject pretty evenly split between those who think bikinis are fine on anyone who wears them, well, and those who believe there’s an expiration date on wearing a bikini. I rarely see anyone else close to my age wearing one.
For the last five or six years, the beginning of swimsuit season reintroduces this dilemma, and I wonder, “Will this be the year I go to a one-piece?”
I hate all of that dripping-wet spandex, clinging to my mid-section. (I prefer to skinny-dip, but without a pool of my own, such antics are a thing of the past.) Each spring I shift into even more fruits and salads, and amp up my exercise routine. In no time, I’ve dropped my winter “fluff” in time for swimsuit season. Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened this year. I went from a broken wrist–and a cast–straight into an excruciatingly hot summer. Too hot to go to the pool.
I’ve got a one-piece suit, evocative of Old Hollywood, and as sexy as a one-piece can be. Add high-heeled pool shoes, a black straw hat, and voila! Glamour galore, but, I’ve never worn it. It’s waiting for me.
To continue wearing a two-piece swimsuit as we age, may well require one of two things: a more challenging workout to build muscle tone–which keeps our skin filled out beautifully–or a comfort level within yourself so strong that you don’t care what anyone thinks.
So far, I haven’t found the motivation to get back to the gym, and unfortunately, I haven’t reached the to-hell-with-what-anyone-thinks stage of my life yet. I wonder if I ever will?
The way I see it, if I dawdle a little longer, summer will be over, and the problem will be solved for another year.