Swimsuit Season
This entry was posted on 5/30/2007 1:06 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
Something
is telling us that swimsuit weather is just around the corner. It
could be the warm air, the spring flowers, or the birds chirping in the
trees (gotta love the chirping, unless it’s waking you up a bit too
early on a Saturday morning). Or maybe it’s the stack of catalogs
that seem to be multiplying like weeds in your mailbox, featuring
bikini-clad bronzed beauties basking in the sun and just the right
amount of wind to give them flawless windblown hair to go with their
surely airbrushed bodies. (What is with that? When the wind blows
everyone else’s hair, they just end up looking like their hairstylist
holds a grudge!) Regardless, something about impending swimsuit
season has women everywhere in a tizzy to get into beach-shape.
Or at least talking about getting into beach shape.
We
all know how it really goes. You buy that Pilates DVD with the
best of intentions, and then you pick up all the accessories that go
with it: bands, balls, mats, weights, whatever. Maybe, for a
little extra motivation, you get the most adorable workout clothes you
can find (turns out Scarlett Johanssen just designed a new line for
Reebok, FYI!), because surely looking cute while working out will make
it more fun. But then, weeks later, the DVD still sits in it’s
shrink-wrapped cover, and the only use your giant exercise ball has
seen is when you kick it out of the way as it rolls lazily around your
apartment, before you finally get frustrated enough to kick it out the
back door or pop it with a pair of sharp scissors. Who are we
kidding?
Perhaps instead of obsessing over our bodies in
an attempt to make the swimsuit season a little less terrifying, we
should just get a suit so cute that our sheer love for it’s cheeky
print or cheek-covering-capabilities will ensure its frequent
use. That and looking at ourselves as the beach babes we know are
hiding somewhere within. This may or may not involve you standing
in the privacy of your own bathroom, in front of a mirror and an
oscillating fan in an effort to achieve some windblown sex-appeal of
your own.
