I’m trying to be more naked — in the gym locker room at least.
While I perfected the get-dressed-under-the-towel routine in high school, there’s no reason for me to still be doing it at 31.
Especially when I’m alone in the locker room.
It’s when I’m alone in the locker room that I’ve been testing out the whole naked thing, what’s the big deal? Being naked is fine!
The big deal is I tried the “I thought I was by myself” naked thing today only to turn around topless and face to face with a woman from church.
“HI THERE. HERE’S MY BOOBS. BET YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D BE SEEING THOSE!”
The thing is, she didn’t care. She’s not going to run off and tell everyone else that my left boob is noticeably bigger than my right or that I failed to groom a few dark hairs growing around my bellybutton.
In fact I’d like Addie to be around the ladies locker room a little bit more, so she can see what regular bodies look like more often rather than seeing the ones in various magazines and catalogs around my house where everyone is smooth and no one has varicose veins or foldy bits on their midsection.
Eventually 98% of us are going to end up a little softer, rounder, more dimpled and more textured in our older years. Seeing it our younger years lets us know what’s ahead, and there’s nothing wrong with what’s ahead as long as we’re happy and healthy.
I’ve had terrible body image issues throughout my entire life, I had C cups in 7th grade while both my mom and my sister have always been twee and petite. If you know me for real you’ll know I’m not a hulking human being by any means, but in my house growing up (and even to this day) I feel enormous next to my mom and sister.
My mom has always taken pretty good care of herself, but not to the extremes that I have had to go to in order to stay fitting in my pants, she comes from stupid good genetics and there’s times I curse the fact that I didn’t get more of them. I keep telling myself that one day the fact that I have never stepped toe in a tanning bed or spent much time in the sun will pay off — but until then I’m left feeling incredibly average, round, and soft, which is fine.
I just have to constantly remind myself that I’m perfect just the way I am.
Lopsided tatas and all.