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.
If you are like most people when it comes to getting your bikini body ready for summer, you may be waiting until "crunch time." Well with Memorial Day weekend being less than five weeks away, I'm here to tell you that "crunch time" has officially arrived.
Temperatures are rising, while self-esteem dips to new lows. The sad truth is that, in peeling off the layers of our wintry wardrobes, we expose ourselves to a whole new world of self-critical thoughts.
Though many of us have barely recovered from our snow-filled winter nightmare, we are now facing the nightmare that summer weather brings. I'm not talking about the heat. I'm talking about the pressure to get bathing suit ready.