As swimsuit season arrives, so many of us sweat the small stuff. We take out the microscope or magnifying glass and fixate on our “flaws.” Or just throw our hands up in the air and decide that everything looks like a mess.
I’ve been there far too many times, and living in Florida, where essentially swimsuit season is 10 months out of the year, only made things tougher. Often, I avoided the beach and most activities requiring a bathing suit.
And if I didn’t avoid them then I spent a lot of days beforehand being nervous.
In our culture, swimsuit season isn’t something we gloss over. We know it’s coming.
Thanks to articles such as this one, we’re told to freak out about wearing a bathing suit – that some scary “countdown” has begun and we should “panic.”
And suddenly any shred of positive body image starts to slip, and body anxiety takes over.