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  1. Ugh swimming suit season is so terrible! I stopped wearing two pieces four years ago when I was pregnant with number 2 and I once posted a picture of myself in my one piece, sitting with my son on the beach. I ended up using it as my profile pic for awhile and it was swamped with likes, mostly by a lot of guys. I couldn’t, and still can’t, decide if this was just as insulting as guys liking a picture of me in a bikini and commenting “daym shortie,” or a much more positive way of guys pointing out that they can appreciate when a woman looks like a woman and not a silly girl. I don’t feel like I looked particularly sexy, in fact you couldn’t even see most of my body, hence why I used it as a profile pic. I’m not friends with anybody on fb who I don’t like, and who’s opinion I would say I don’t respect. So I choose to think of it as a sigh of relief for a mother who isn’t desperately hanging on to her youth or giving up but simply looking nice in a pretty setting haha.

  2. I really like reading your blogs. I look up to you, you are amazing. At my house we have so many odd things in our vents from Tyler and I just have one kid. To the bikini comment I have worn one before the day of having a baby, and yes they do show too much skin now. These days it’s like your just wearing a string. When I do wear a bikini top I cover it with a tank top when I’m out in public and it protects me from little Tyler hands grabbing in the wrong spot and causing a peek a boo. Thank you for your blogs.

    1. Lauren, thank you so much. I’m so flattered that you come to read- I’m just like you, just a momma! Thanks for leaving such a sweet comment. I hope you and your family are doing well!

  3. Love the video! And love your post! And I started that with an and… And that one.

  4. In response to the video:
    While I have no problem with modesty to keep leering eyes away, treating ourselves with dignity, and not using our bodies as a source of “power,” I take issue with the idea that we as women should need to cover ourselves in order to make a man not treat us as objects; they should do that anyway. The problem is men should always see women with dignity, regardless of we dress, but they don’t. We need to teach boys that it is never acceptable to think of a woman as an object. If we teach our future and current sons to treat all women with respect regardless of how she dresses, we can change the functions of how men think subconsciously about women. Obviously this needs to be sweeping, in a way that may be impossible. Advertising teaches women and men that womens’ worth is in their looks. But if we teach our sons not to think this way, when they move into positions of power, hopefully that will resonate with them. We also need to teach our daughters that beauty and looks do not sustain you and that they are worth more than how they look. This may actually stop some of the teeny weeny stuff because no one really needs to be hanging out all over the place and I’m sure that if girls turn into women who know that their body is just a body, they hopefully won’t feel the need to having it showing in order to be advertising sexual desire or some idea of perfection. If we work towards changing the way people both men and women think rather than just refusing to dress a certain way, it will make a much larger impact. (and I’m in no way implying that you or this woman in the video don’t think that’s also a necessity when you say you don’t want to wear a bikini.)

    That said, I’ve never worn a bikini in my life. I’m a big girl, always have been and I have no problem with it. I had serious problems with it when I was a teenager and it seemed like everyone was skinnier than me. There’s still a part of me that wants to be comfortable enough in my own skin to wear a bikini in public; and not for a man’s attention. But for me. To be proud of my body the way it is. Even more so since having my surgeries that gave me an 8 inch scar down my belly, a ½ inch by 3 inch scar from my ostomy and small spot from my stomach tube. I’ve accepted my scars much more easily than my fatness. I’m ok with my fatness. (and I call it fat because that’s what it is, I’m not trying to be derogatory) But I want to love my fatness. I’m not there yet, but I hope one day I will be willing to wear a bikini and not give two shakes if anyone thinks I’m sexy. Self-love is a daily struggle. Here’s to never waking up to a “fat-day” again and to preventing future girls from even knowing what that term means. Here’s to boys and men that get more turned on by a woman’s mind than her lack of clothes. And here’s no more butt baring, bikini ready pins :)

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