mine gap

There are women at pools who look as though they were meant to wear a swim suit. Gracefully they stride along the poolside, charming all in their wake, perfectly proportioned, perfectly tanned. I am not one of them. My objective when buying a swimsuit is maximum coverage. And even when wearing the purchase, it's a test of endurance...how long I can stand wearing it before giving way to insecurities and changing back into jeans. Today I decided to tough it out. I put on my extra long tankini, full coverage bottoms, and skirt to cover those troublesome upper thighs, and headed to the park, book in hand. I would gracefully glide to the perfect sunny spot, lay on the soft lawn, and perch my book in just the right position in which i can not only read comfortably but also look smashing. I would do that if I didn't keep tripping over my flip-flops and if my oversized skirt didn't keep falling off my bum and if the grass wasn't so itchy requiring a change of position every 30 seconds and if the sun wasn't directly overhead making every reading position blinding and if my arm didn't keep falling asleep.