I am taking Nora (the paleo lady, Primal Body, Primal Mind) to her word on this holiday and using as little sunscreen as possible. Can't, mainly for the sake of comfort, go so far as to sit in the sun. But I have risked the sanity of the rest of the people in the area by wearing a bikini top to help maximise my tan. It feels so naughty to actively and semi-un-guiltily pursue brownness after all these years of fear mongering. Don't take my word for this being a good thing. It is just a swing-back on the great pendulum of knowledge which guides us all as to what is 'good for us' and what is 'bad'. A million people will argue in favour of the opposite. Or the diagonal. Adjacent? Who knows? But what I find weird, poolside, is that I feel I am the only person who worries that they are a big boom-bah in a small bathing suit. I look around the deck chairs and there are certainly lots of little gals who look fabulous and have little, even no, cellulite or wobbly bits, but there is a fair share of larger and wobblier ladies who don't seem to mind wearing even less than I am. Are they self-conscious? I had a momentary 'who cares' moment last year when I actually went out and bought a bikini, but that was when we had a pool practically all to ourselves. Life would be simpler if you could just not care about what you thought other people thought. Anyone got any good ideas about how one can actually do that? Stuff it, I'm going back to the room to get the bottoms to these bathers as well. Fake it 'til you make it.
Who wore it better?
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