Dreaming of a Fatkini Summer
Have you heard of a “fatkini?” It’s exactly what it sounds like: a two-piece bathing suit for curvy ladies made famous by fashion blogger Gabbi Fresh. Gabbi has curves; which is a polite euphemism for being a plus-size woman. With remnants of snow on the ground here in the northeast, I’m dreaming of my own fatkini for this summer.
Earlier today my daughter and I went shopping to pick up some things with her birthday gift cards. Bathing suits – a polite euphemism for bikinis – hit us as soon as we entered. There were neon monstrosities that reminded me more of Mr. Yuk than sun and sand. There were cute bikinis that I would love to wear if I had a body that allowed for glorified Band-Aids. I don’t, so I headed to the corner where full piece suits were tucked away all sad and lonely. The suits were, of course, black or teal paisley. If I could get my hands on the person who wrote the “Plus-Size Ladies Love Paisley” memo, I would have a field day.
But it’s not just plus-size women that must feel left out when they hit the store and unsuspectingly walk into Bikini Wonderland. I have never worn a bikini, yet they continue to taunt me – as if my body is supposed to conform to what a manufacturer deems I should wear instead of bodies dictating sizes to designers. It’s incredibly frustrating to be a woman sometimes.
That’s why I find the fatkini so liberating: it will fit me – as I am. Right now. There will be no counting carbs or boring strides on a treadmill or feeling like I’m about to die on an elliptical so I can flaunt someone else’s idea of what my body should look like on the beach. Or the pool.
Yes, exercise is wonderful, but counting calories so I can triumphantly fall in line is not the person I want to be. Loving your body should not be a constant battle that requires a deep inhale and thick metal armor. No. This summer I’ll love my body by wearing something that fits me: a black and white striped two-piece!
Teenagers and hard bodies be warned: my sun-kissed, plus-sized, stretch-marked and cellulite fabulousness is about to not give a flying hoot. And there won’t be a paisley anything about it.
Honestly, I can’t wait. I have a matching hat and big sunglasses. Maybe a chunky yellow bracelet to add some color. Unfortunately I’m so pale right now that I might as well be translucent, but I can easily fix that without tracking points.
This summer, more than anything, you can find me loving my body for exactly what it is: powerful, beautiful and perfect. Just as it is.
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