Beach Bod

Welp, it's officially June which is unofficial start for Summer, in my mind. Like who considers September summer? It's fall, duh.

It's my favorite season. Growing up in the NW where it's nine months of rain, I love something different. Cute dresses and skirts, everyone comes out of hiding, patio bars, long nights, sunsets, the beach, the river, ice cream just tastes better. I could go on...

This year, I'm learning to love myself more and move, accepting and understand my faults and hang ups. Here is the fun part: how I look in a swimsuit. Oh joy. Yup, we're going there.

It's never been a sensitive subject as it is now as in comparison to last year and years before where I was more active. End of last summer, I injured my knee so my doctor limited me to walking. Hence me feeling nervous about my "Beach Bod". Ya know, that and just generally getting older.

Eating healthy is not a foreign concept for me. My usually day to day diet is not bad: only one sugar in my black coffee, boiled eggs, salad for lunch, I don't eat dinner past 6pm, etc. But, hey, I'm human. Going out for breakfast on the weekends is my favorite. I actually hate cooking on the weekends. There I said it.

Even though I could make excuses for how I look this summer, I forgot one thing: who cares? Who do I need to apologize to? My husband who loves me unconditionally? Strangers at the beach? What am I supposed to look like?

Trust me when I say, I am not fat shaming, nor skinny shaming, or whatever. I think everyone has the right to be as healthy as they want and whatever means you deem is best for your body (because every body is different- see what I did there...). What I do hope is that people can have a happy and healthy perception of themselves. I hope people don't feel like they have to do commit to ridiculous crash diets, skipping meals or sticking their fingers down their throat to look better. I also wish people don't feel like they need to wear big sweatshirts to cover themselves up, or skip events where one has to wear a swimsuit, or, worse, even succumb to altering your image on social media using photo editing sites (some Kardashian shit right there, hate to say it).

So cash me outside (the cool kids are still saying this, right?), where the sun is warm, the water is flowing and a cold beverage is in my hand. Can't nobody tell me nothing. Keep your head up. Who wants tan lines anyway? Cheers!