I love water. I love drinking it (I drink nearly 2 L a day.), I love swimming in it, I love listening to it hit against my windows, I love just looking at the sun (or moon) reflecting off it on a clear day (or night). I learned to swim when I was young, and I’ve always had an affinity for the water. We used to go to the beach a lot in the summer, and while Lake Michigan isn’t always the cleanest body of water around to go dipsy-doodling in, I always had a blast. Got a ton of sunburns, which would always gross me out when it would start peeling, but when you’re in too much of a hurry to get in the water that you forget about sunscreen, that will happen. I’ve been to the beach here in North Carolina a couple of times, and I’ll never forget the first time we drove to Wilmington, Wrightsville Beach specifically, and I got to walk into the Atlantic Ocean. An ocean! I thought it was infinitely better than Lake Michigan….until the first time I got salt water in my eyes, and I remembered why freshwater was better.
I’m always self-conscious about wearing a bathing suit in public, and it’s a tankini, so my middle/thighs are covered, but that lasts just as long as it takes someone much larger than I to saunter into the pool (or ocean) wearing a bikini. Then I sigh and say to myself, ‘”I’m glad I’m not that big. Or tasteless.”