I am 50 plus… 😉 That's enough info for the story.
I'm the mother of 5, which means I'm normally carting around 8-10 kids at a time, with their friends included.
I took 5 of them to Robert Moses yesterday, and was brave enough to wear my black bikini. Now, I admit, in the right lighting, I think I look damn good in that little black bikini. If you put me in a dressing room with flourescent lighting, in that same bikini? … I'd die right there in my tracks!
All kids are behind my chair, doing their thing, I see them get up, and they tell me they're going to the shore. I'm sitting there, minding my own biz, texting…(for a change) Honest to God, I'm worse than the kids, but next thing I know, 3 young men, CUTE young men, walk up to me, and ask if I'd like to join their group in front for a beer. I was like a deer caught in the headlights! WHAT?? "I'm old enough to be their mothers for God's sake," is what was going through my head… while at the same time, I kept my cool, and smiled, while saying, " thank you, but I'm good."
They were relentless. They came back and asked yet again! I will say, I was flattered that 23 year old young men, found me appealing to look at in BROAD daylight, pardon the pun… but I again refused, while smiling my grateful thanks! LOL!
My kids came back and asked if I'd join them at the shore, I put on my dress and as I walked past these boys, I overheard one of them saying, "wait… are they hers? She's older than we thought!"
OMG. The spotlight was wonderful while it lasted…although I tend to think it's the dress… or maybe as I've been saying all along, it's "what's underneath that little dress," that stirs people up. Make sure you watch my video to get that insider.
Moral of the story is, don't be afraid to put on your bikini… throw a throw over it, and let people wonder what's underneath! It's all good. 🙂
Good for you, these youngsters, as I did waste time worrying about being fat, inferior to their friends, but when you look back you realise you had it all and more but had no idea and wasted your youth completely.
In you 30’s you may get lucky and realise your true worth but I doubt it and in your 40’s, just when you finally get to like yourself and accept, it all starts fading, lines kick in and people say those cruel words, “i bet you were stunning when you were younger” and you realise you were, 20 years too late.
Just had this exact conversation last night. Told a gf of mine, I wasn’t smart enough in my 30’s, to realize what I truly HAD. Now I AM, and I’m not sure how to move ahead…