Be Kind.

Here is a definition of not fun: swimsuit shopping in pasty-white February with unshaved legs, extra weight and navy socks. The last two swimsuits I had were a maternity two-piece and a honeymoon two-piece. I am in neither maternity nor honeymoon figure right now. But we really want to take Henry swimming. And I really didn't want to have to stand at the edge of the pool while Pete had all the fun. So I went to TJ Maxx (scary!!) and tried on the only 2 suits they had that didn't make me shake my head in wonder. The first was a very cute red, but apparantly made for a torso about 4 inches shorter than mine. The second was a little bit of a granny suit with sort of a heavy-girl pattern. I did not feel attractive in either. I stood for a while, looking in the mirror, criticizing myself in my head. Then I caught a glimpse of the pin stuck to my mini-diaper-bag-purse. Be Kind it says. I bought it in the fall from a little boy raising money for hurricaine victims. I like it. I mostly like it as a reminder to all of the jerks in the world, a reminder that all you have to do is be a little kind, it's not so hard. Today it seemed more like a reminder to me. Be Kind to yourself. It's okay to be a little pudgy. It's okay that you skipped the last few days of going to the Y....just go today and don't get a cookie on the way home. Everything will be okay. Oh my gosh...and then, if you go to the Y, there is this cuteness to come home to:














I went for the granny suit. Stay tuned for a post-swimming entry some time this weekend.