today I celebrated my independence... from my clothes!

Yes, that's right, today I declared my right to walk around in considerably less than I would normally wear. I bought a bikini!

Now, it's not my first bikini. I had a wonder woman set back in 1980. And, if I'm fully telling the truth (which I'm trying to make a habit of these days), I own another one. I wore it once, but I had a boyfriend at the time, so it doesn't really count. (If a tree falls in the forest and only someone who really loves the tree is there to hear it, does it make any noise? Depends on what the lover says, now, doesn't it?)

The trick now is to find a time I'd actually wear it. It isn't one of those you can just throw on and spend a day in -- I mean, I don't know for sure yet, but I'm pretty sure it's more of a "bathing" suit and less of a "swimming" suit. (They should provide you with a pool in the dressing room to see how you look in the suit when you're drenched, don't you think?) (On second thought, maybe not, since I'd probably just trip and fall into that pool while trying on a blouse and have to be rescued wearing only said blouse and my grannyish snoopy underwear.) (Sad.)

Problem is, I'm not a sun bunny. I come in three colors: pasty, fake tanned and lobsterish pink. So when am I actually going to wear this bikini? Valid question, friends. Valid question.

But let's just take a moment simply to celebrate the fact of its purchase. It's a really big step for a Recovering Fat Kid like myself, and I look forward to pool party invites and trips to the beach... where I can sit under an umbrella and look cute.





p.s. I was going to post a picture of a bikini with this entry, but when I went to an image search and typed in "bikini" I got pictures of naked women doing it! And they weren't even wearing bikinis! So you'll have to just imagine a bikini, or do the search yourselves!