Bikini? I think not
The ads bombard us, inviting us to prepare for bikini season while guilting us with unobtainable physical features. Personally, I have never worn a bikini. One year I indulged in a two-piece which made me feel very self-conscious. I look at the photos from those days, though, and see an attractive young woman. I can only wish I looked like that now. I stick with the Lands End one-piece, too cheap to spend my money on a piece of overpriced fabric.
The price of isolation
This year of COVID isolation, I focus not on fitting into a swimsuit but into regular clothes. For months I have exchanged pajamas late in the morning for sweatpants and casual tops until I once again don pajamas for the night.
Alas, the distribution of the vaccine has begun. This is like watching a child grow. The days seem endless, then suddenly the years are past and the children are now adults and out on their own. Will COVID-19 end just as abruptly, forcing us into jeans now tightened by boredom eating, day drinking, and hours of Netflix?
No joy in my wardrobe
I look in my closet and realize that few garments bring me the joy that Marie Kondo preaches while I have no patience for shopping. A personal dressmaker would be nice: make something that fits me and feels good. I don’t need a lot of garments: a narrow variety for my narrow lifestyle. Anything to tempt me out of my jammies.
Attitude, attitude, attitude
More urgently needed is a mental adjustment. COVID-19 may be controlled in the next few months! I look forward to returning to social events, reveling in good health, not bemoaning my thunder thighs.
The best way to feel good physically is to be physical. Now is the time to devote a few minutes daily to Butts and Guts and yoga. Walking outdoors freshens my spirit with fresh air. I won’t be in shape to wear a bikini, but I will be prepared to live my life.