No Day At The Beach

Is there anything more demoralizing than swimsuit shopping?

Flicking through racks of skimpy bikinis,

I haven’t been able to wear since I was a teenager.

Before my breasts became soft and heavy,

Before my legs turned into pale and puckered drumsticks.

Before too many servings of potatoes and gravy,

too much pie and ice cream.

A desk chair and sofa cushions replacing

an abandoned treadmill and forgotten dance moves.

I snatch a couple of full coverage one pieces,

and drag myself into a dressing room.

Stuffing myself into the first one,

I glance at myself, in the mirror, bent over,

struggling to pull the spandex above my hips.

Tucking in the rolls I swore I’d never have.

I don’t recognize the buldging reflection.

Where is the young girl so full of vigor and hope.

so full of confidence and grace?

Is there anything more motivating than swimsuit shopping?

@Finder