Dear Abby, Yesterday a woman wrote to you asking advice about wearing a bikini. She was a plus-sized woman (about 60 or 70 pounds overweight), who wore a one piece bathing suit in public and a bikini top/shorts at home. You responded, and you did something that bothered me.
Sometimes my body is just my body, not a contest, not a measurement of worth. Letting go of the panic of whether my skin moves in a certain way when I move leaves a far greater capacity for having fun than I knew I was capable of having.
It's that time of year for barbecues, beach days and bikinis! With the holiday weekend just around the corner we look for last-minute ways to shape up. Each day you will get a new workout with a different focus.
Why do we allow ourselves to get stuck in patterns of pathological dieting, shaming and self-loathing, disordered eating habits, misogyny and social anxieties over what is, essentially, a couple of napkins held together with string?
Like guests at a Passover Seder promising "next year in Israel," I promise next summer in a bikini. It's been a few years since I accepted that my stomach, once a sculpted stone, had dissolved into a bag of sand, and I felt more comfortable at the beach diverting attention elsewhere.