Happy Birthday to me, lumps, bumps and all

Yes, today is my birthday.  I’m legal today.  Twice.  I’ve been able to legally drink now for exactly half my life.  You’d think I’d be really good at it.  Some days I’m better than others.  Maybe I need more practice.

Anyhoo… Brian’s mom took me and the girls shopping.  They needed new swim suits.  When you’re 7, 11, and 13 the most traumatic thing to happen while shopping for a swim suit is they don’t have the colors you want in your size, so you pick another color.   At those ages bright colors are great.  Bold patterns are awesome, and the more skin you can show the better the swim suit.

When you get to be my age swim suit shopping  just hammers home the truth that I am no longer as young or as skinny as I used to be.  And all the swim suits that have enough material to cover up all my lumps and bumps have patterns on them as big as Texas.  Find a print I like?  Great I have rolls and bulges and lumps and bumps sticking out over the top and from the bottom and everywhere fat can ooze out of the suit.    While a wet suit would cover all that I want covered, it’s pretty inappropriate for a back yard pool.

So, today I learned that I have to accept I am no longer as young and as skinny as I want to be, and probably never will be again.  There is something to be said when my 13 year old daughter can now wear the mini skirts I was wearing just two short years ago.  Time to finally let go of the death grip I’ve had on my youth and come to terms with the fact that well….. I’m 40 (plus)