I’m Proud Of My Bikini And The Belly That Comes With It

On Christmas morning, when I was 10 years old, I sat down on the couch to open my stocking, waiting for the rest of the family to wake up and join me after having their coffee. When my great-grandmother entered the room, the first thing she said to me was, “When are you going to stop getting so fat?”

I remember feeling horribly embarrassed, tugging at my pajama top to ensure it was covering my belly, squirming in my seat, hoping to appear smaller.

It’s been nearly 20 years since that moment and I don’t think it will ever TRULY leave me, although I know I’d have a much different answer these days.

Moments like this dotted my entire childhood. Around age 8 or 9, my tiny childish figure began to fill out, and from then on I always felt like the pudgy kid, despite never being obese or unhealthy. I just wasn’t a beanpole like I had been for years before.

At age 10, when my great-grandmother said the words which she may have believed were well-meaning, my self-esteem and self-worth dropped even lower than it had already been and I’m not sure it recovered until after I gave birth to my daughter.

In my teens, I wasn’t good to my body. I felt, like many, that I was invincible but of course this wasn’t the case. My lifelong body image battle has seen its ups and downs but there were definitely dark moments of body-hatred in my late teens/early 20s that impacted me for years.

At 23, when I gave birth to my daughter, my body was something else altogether. It was power. It was strength. And when I looked in the mirror, it was scary.

The stretch-marks that had crawled across my belly, thighs, and breasts as my body swelled with a growing baby were markers of what I’d been through and what I now was — a mother.

I grappled with feeling both exhilarated that my body was capable of something so incredible, and horrified that my body would never be beautiful or attractive.

Those thoughts stuck with me during those first years of motherhood and during my separation from my daughter’s father. The idea of feeling attractive seemed useless — it seemed like something from my past. I didn’t feel worthy.

However, my story has a happy ending — or shall we say, a happy new beginning.

Eventually, after years of what some may call “soul-searching,” of getting REAL with myself, of deciding what really matters, and surrounding myself with positive, wonderful women, it hit me: If I couldn’t love (not accept, but LOVE) my own body, how could I ever teach my daughter to love hers?

Last year, I felt so miserable about my body that I wouldn’t even wear a bathing suit to take my daughter swimming. I could nearly cry just typing those words.

I had to admit to myself that what I was doing wasn’t only ridiculous, but it was selfish and harmful. I had actually let my fear of my own body stand in the way of enjoying time with my child.

Well, sh*t. There it was. In that moment I found truth that I needed to hear. It came from within me and it hit me like a smack in the face.

I had to fix it. I couldn’t go back in time and apologize to my child and tell her WHY I wouldn’t go to the beach or come swimming. But I could move forward and show her that bodies are beautiful and that I love mine. Around that time, I read this article and was inspired.

I would buy a bikini. And I would freaking’ wear it. And I wouldn’t apologize or hide or be afraid. I would just DO IT.

And I did.

I ordered the cutest, high waist, sexy-as-hell bikini I could find online and I didn’t give myself a choice but to put the damn thing on and wear it. And you know what? I love my bikini!

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It’s comfortable, it’s cute, and it makes me feel like a goddess.

My first “bikini moment” was in Arizona when I wore it poolside at a blogging conference. No one gawked at my thighs or was offended by my pale legs. No one scoffed at my belly. No one was grossed out by my stretch marks.

It turns out that never wearing a bikini + never thinking I could = never realizing how amazing it would feel when I finally got over my sh*t and just did it.

For the first time in my entire life, I’m excited about going to the beach.

I couldn’t wait to take my daughter to the pond at our trailer, and when we got there I ran into the water to be with her, splashing away, and not giving a single thought to what the world might think because I was the only one who cared. Thought Catalog Logo Mark


Désirée is the Canuck mama behind So Fawned Lifestyle. Blogger, social media wrangler, go-to girl. Living the #indieparent life with her partner Rich and awesome daughter Gretchen, she spends her days typing, drinking copious amounts of tea, and watching Gilmore Girl reruns.

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